Rafael

Chapter 39 - Damnit, I Can't Win With You, Can I?

Rafael's POV
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After making arrangements for protection while Mia was sleeping, I had quickly driven up to the Linden Estate where I had told everyone to meet.

It was one of my safe houses but I didn't tell Mia that because I didn't want her to freak out again like she did when I told her one of my guys got shot.

After getting to the house, Enzo had quickly gotten on my nerves as usual, but he was one of the best hackers I had ever seen so I kept him around.

Lucca, after greeting me, turned to Mia to introduce himself.

She didn't even realize that all the men in there were staring at her because of how attractive and enchanting she was.

I glared at them, and they quickly averted their eyes.

Good.

"It's nice to meet you, Lucca," I heard Mia timidly say from beside me.

She was probably put off by his scar.

Well, you don't become such a successful hitman without getting injured once in a while.

Lucca knew hundreds of ways to incapacitate any human.

He was more lethal than I could explain.

He also never revealed where he got his training but I bet it was somewhere in Russia or North Korea.

Mia was staring at every object in the room but Lucca's face.

She must have not wanted to offend him.

I chuckled to myself.

"Mia, I'll be right back. I'm going to get your suitcase, I forgot it," I told her and she grimaced but nodded.

"Yeah, 'cause you were too busy carrying something else, or should I say someone else," I heard Enzo chuckle when I was at the front door.

I trusted that she would be safe from his annoying personality without me for thirty seconds.

I wheeled Mia's suitcase into the house easily and saw that she was laughing at something that Enzo whispered to her.

I hoped they weren't becoming friends or anything because he was the fucking worst.

"Mia," I called to get her attention,

"Let me show you your room upstairs."

She frowned at that but quickly rearranged her face into a weird smile.

"Okay."

"I'll be back down in a moment," I told the men in the foyer before taking Mia up the curved staircase.

She followed quietly, staring at me like she usually did.

I didn't mind because I did the exact same thing when she wasn't looking, especially when she was wearing that tiny red bikini on the yacht.

The things I had wanted to do to her.

I quickly pushed those thoughts from my mind before I had to address my men with a hard-on.

That would be uncomfortable for everybody.

"Here we are," I said opening a door to one of the twelve bedrooms in the house.

I didn't want Mia to feel like I was forcing her into anything because by right, she was supposed to be in her own apartment with privacy.

Instead, she had been swept up in the parts of my life I preferred to leave hidden and I felt really guilty.