The Devil Wants Me - 18+ Mafia Romance

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Life sucks sometimes so updating can be hard and will always come last in a long list of things I need to get done. But alas, I bring you another update. (Between two was updated the other day please check it out!)

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ASTRA

"Are you trying to kill me?" I turn the treadmill off then face a red faced Enzo. He's winded trying to catch his breath after hitting the emergency stop on the machine. The cocky bastard thought he could keep up with me, and said he would follow my lead. In all fairness, he did well with the weights but as soon as we neared the cardio machine at the end of our workout, his lovely golden skin went ashen.

"I have the stamina and the strength darling, I would hate to think how you would fare against a more...adequate man." I look him up and down which seems to sober him up before I shrug. His brown eyes widen, a look of both horror and disgust for questioning his sex-abilities, he huffs.

"Impossible! Štes-vous fou?" He shakes his head as he utters more curses in french. My grin grows as he storms off towards the exit. What sets me off is when he flips me off over his shoulder. I can't contain my laughter as I follow him. Who would have thought french men would have such fragile egos? Please insert eyeroll here. I cackle to myself as I climb into his car. I put my seatbelt on and Enzo is already staring at me with an unsatisfied glare. He puffs his chest out, I raise a brow at him with an exasperated stare. Huffing out a breath he faces forward and starts the car. I would love to laugh again, but I bite my lip.

At the beginning it was irritating. I felt like I had a piece of gum truck to the bottom of my shoe, no matter how hard I try to wipe him off he just sticks harder. As the days went on we are now practically BFFs, which is exactly what Dorian wanted. Enzo watches me like a hawk but he's pleasant enough to be around with this playfulness. Plus he backs off if he can sense my irritation and allows me to have space, not as much as I would like but it's something.

No matter how bearable this week has been, the only nagging issue at the back of my mind is the weekly meeting with Greyson tomorrow. I am no closer to this family. I'm not privy to their small talks or business dealing. The only thing I have so far is Enzo. Speaking of which will be a nightmare to get rid of to actually speak to Greyson.

"I'm going to shower." He leaves no room for a response as he saunters out of the garage through the connecting doors to the kitchen. I follow behind, my stomach rumbles in hunger as I get a nose full of freshly cooked food. I follow the trail like a hound on a hunt.

"That smells delicious" My words falter, expecting to see the chef. I thought the food smelled delicious, my mouth waters for a whole other reason. Basil stands over the hob,  black joggers clinging loosely to his hips, his strong naked back facing me, the muscles flexing with each stir of whatever he is making.

"Would you like some?" His voice is smooth, much gentler than I had ever expected. I blink out of my daze, he's facing me now. Whoever said this man looked amazing in a suit clearly never saw him half naked, I can't look away from the hulk of a man. So full of strength and power, one can only imagine the damage a beast like him could do in the bedroom. 

"Huh?"

His arrogant chuckle vibrates through the room, I realise how pathetic my reply was. Too busy drooling and fantasising over my forced fiance's brother to really pay attention. I distract myself from his penetrating stare by placing my gym bag down onto the island that separates us.