Maid To The Mafia:Totally Captivated

CHAPTER XIV

SWEET SEDUCTION

Giovanni looked up at the signboard of his exclusive establishment. With a smirk upon his lips, he read what was written on it. "Welcome to the Gentlemen's Club." What a perfect name for a club. Gentlemen only. No bullfighting crap.

Giovanni tapped his walking stick twice and walked through the entrance at an elegant pace. A man of twenty took his outer coat and top hat, and then escorted him into the club. Giovanni knew today he was dressed to the max. A black bowtie, crisp white shirt, and an Armani suit. His hair was done up with thick waves covering his eyes. In his briefcase was the document Giuseppe gave him. And he'd read it. Rocco Bianchi. Wow. What a small world. Who would have thought the man who cursed him to die on the streets would be the one who would be asking for a loan from him?

Giovanni wasn't that cruel to the man who'd brought him up, despite the physical abuse he'd endured throughout his younger years. But he also wanted to satisfy his ego by seeing that man beg. Oh, the anticipation was unbearable. Victory was almost here after fourteen years. He could almost taste it. Giovanni scanned his surroundings the minute he set foot inside the private club. It was a low-lit atmosphere, but he'd been here so many times before, he could recognize all his staff.

Giovanni walked to a very secluded spot only the top VIP guests could make use of. He sat down in one of the plush chairs, resting his walking stick beside him. He sighed and closed his eyes, his head slumping back against the large cushion. His thoughts returned to yesterday's events. He shouldn't have blown up. It wasn't his minions' fault they couldn't get the money from old geezer Hermit. But after three consecutive tries, they all came back with goose eggs. The subject matter of how to approach Rocco Bianchi was still bogging his mind. And then Jay had to add fuel to his already burning flames with her annoying scrubbing.

Jay. Since she was a permanent fixture in his life, he felt different. Yes, his life had turned topsy-turvy. Yes, she'd caused him to have these weird feelings and lustful thoughts, but he couldn't understand why he didn't just kill her off or fire her for that matter. The three million dollars was a sham. He didn't care about it. He had more sharks to take care of. But he found he enjoyed her company. Like when she was in the bathtub with him or feeding him. They were such enjoyable moments. But he'd realized quite recently his mind had filtered out the memory of his dear friend Jennifer. He'd forgotten his little friend, who'd saved his life of pain and misery, that one little friend who made him feel all warm and cozy all those years ago. Giovanni should feel guilty. But he didn't. Even when he tried to force himself to, all his mind could conjure up was Jay's face.

He still had his eyes closed, his long, black waves covering a portion of his face, his mind deep in thought, when he felt a soft bottom deposited on his lap. Another woman from the gentleman's club, he suspected. Giovanni was about to open his eyes and tell the woman off, that he didn't want any company tonight, when said woman whispered something in his ear, making his whole body freeze up.

"Handsome boy. Are you hurt?"

Jennifer. Oh fuck, this was Jennifer.

That was what she had said when she first saw him sitting underneath that beech tree in National Park. Giovanni was bogged with emotions, a thousand questions racing through his mind. He wanted to cry, to laugh. But he was also scared of finding out what his Jennifer would look like after all this time. But it didn't matter. It didn't matter one fucking bit what she looked like because she'd always been there for him in his time of need, and that was what made her so special to him. She was there to comfort him and made time fly when he was at his most depressed. Trepidation ripped through him. Blood roared in his ears. And he had a hard-on the instant that soft bottom hit his thighs, that silky voice whispering in his ear. Giovanni tried hard to subdue his manhood, clenching his teeth and breathing evenly, but he was just too excited. He opened his eyes slowly and saw emerald irises, almond-shaped eyes, long, thick lashes painted dark with mascara, light freckles dusting that small button nose, and red juicy lips made for kissing. Giovanni put all those small beautiful features together until his brain could comprehend the whole face. And then he sucked in his breath, his body frozen in shock, because staring right back at him with twin red-blotched cheeks was the one woman he never imagined seeing here.