The Ruthless Mafia King's Posession|18+|

62. His Girl.

★JANIE★

With my face huddled against his bare chest, I lay in his arms, sleeping peacefully. His arms wrapped around my waist in a possessive way and, the both of us fell asleep right after making love and having small talk.

"Hmmm." I wiggled my head from left to right, trying to set free from the hair disturbing my face. Then smiled in my sleep the moment Luciano's fingers curled around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to his chest.

Just like this.

I could stay like this in his arms forever. Yet, my subconscious kept reminding me that I had a school life to get back to and my assignments wouldn't do themselves.

Letting out a low groan, I tried to shut those thoughts out and just enjoy this moment. His warmth, his breaths, the rise and fall motion of his chest against my skin.

Suddenly a soft knock pounded on the door and I cussed internally, wishing the person would just go away. Luciano didn't make any attempt to move too, so I knew he wanted no disturbance just as much as me.

But the knock resounded again, and this time I heard the door creak open.

"Luciano, I just prepared......" A familiar feminine voice began to say then trailed off the next second.

That voice.

I couldn't pin down where I heard it from, but a part of me felt I'd had an encounter with the owner of the voice, so I opened my eyes and snapped my head toward that direction.

Indeed, it was someone I met and had an encounter with, but it was way back in Italy.

I tried so hard to remember her name but failed miserably.

She was the lady who fought with me over Luciano back in Italy because she thought I was his girlfriend back then. Well, I wondered what she would do now that I was actually dating and sleeping with him.

Just as I thought, she didn't seem pleased. Her lips curled up in disdain as she took in the sight of the both of us buried beneath sheets on the bed. The distraught look on her face revealed just how much she was trying to get a grip on herself. Perhaps, denying what was fully displayed in front of her. While I watched silently, enjoying her show of discomfort.

"Mia?" Luciano's husky voice cut through the not-so-silent atmosphere.

Yes. Mia! That's her name.

Within seconds, her eyes traveled from our scattered clothes on the floor, to Luciano's face.

"What are you doing in my room, Mia?" Luciano asked.

Mia's lips curled into a grin, but it seemed fake and didn't reach her eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, Luciano. I just came to inform you that I prepared lunch. Would you like to join us at the dining table or I should bring some over?"

"I'll join you shortly," Luciano said dismissively.

Mia nodded her head awkwardly before turning for the door. As she turned to close it, she issued me a menacing look and then shut the door.

If looks could kill, the one from Mia could have sent me to an early grave. Trying not to dwell on it, I suppressed that thought and then turned to face Luciano, whose face slipped from a scowl to a small smile as he held my gaze.

"What is she doing here?" I queried.

"Who? Mia?"

"Yes, who else," I stated. "She was the lady in Italy, is she not? So how come she's staying here and even preparing lunch for you." I demanded distastefully, feeling a shred of jealousy.