Going After Heaven (Mafia Romance)

Chapter Twelve

GABRIELE:

Kiss or kill?

I just had to go with the tough one. I fucking kissed the nut case of a woman?

I growl as I punch a pillar outside the factory. I shouldn't have. The last thing I want is to get mixed up.

I have six more days to work with her and I fucking kissed her on the first day. Fucking fuck. I undo three buttons of my shirt.

Touching Heaven today felt like an electromagnetic shock. And I must be a psychopath for liking it at all.

I punch again.

I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have fucking kissed her. I shouldn't have cared if she was dying in the elevator or finally going rogue from her madness. I shouldn't care for her. I set to punch again when I catch a shadow.

It's her.

She walks out of the factory. Her shoes in one hand and the knife I had made her in the other.

"Is Drago set?" She throws at me and I nod.

Drago is her driver. And torture so far with his choice of music when it's just the both of us in the car.

Infuriating. Noisy. Metallic shit.

She walks to me. Under the dim fluorescent light, she looks dreamy. She stops an inch away from me and tips. Without her heels to elevate her she is so dainty. Like I could crush her. I don't mean to dip my head but like a magnetic pull my head dips.

There's something about this woman and her scent. Her elegance and lush vanilla scent. It's like an aphrodisiac. It turns me the fuck on. She turns me the fuck on.

She's a fucking aphrodisiac.

Her eyes search mine. I notice she likes to look me dead in the eyes. I don't know what her deal is or what she's always searching for in there.

She starts to walk away but I pull her by the shirt. Making sure I do not come in contact with her bare skin again. I have the urge to fuck her against the pillar. To bury my cock so deep inside her pussy.

She breaks free and points the knife at me in defense. Her eyes dare me. I like a challenge. So I take a step closer.

"Stay where you are Gabriele" her grip tightens around the knife.

Funny how I gave her the knife to protect herself from me.

I take another step closer, filling the sharp edge of the knife against my rib cage.

"Don't fucking move any further" she yells.

I push closer.
The knife pinches. I push further and I feel it slitting through. This time her lips twitch. I push further to let it pierce, already feeling my blood lick up my shirt.

She pulls the knife away and lifts it to her neck instead and I freeze.

Why that worked I can't say. Of course, she won't hurt herself. But that's not the point.

She just tested a theory and it worked. She got me. That move should not be seen by an enemy.

"We have a gala to attend" she drops her hand and I feel my pulse again.

For a moment there I felt dead. I always feel dead on the inside. But this time more dead than usual.

I didn't know that move could stop me until now. That's a problem. A fucking problem that I need to fix before she meets with Black Rifle.