Dangerous Heart . The Mafia Boss's Love .

Chapter 13

Luca

As I wait for Sienna, I stick the homemade pizza in the big clay oven outside. In the barbecue area.

In my younger day as a child, my father used to take me and my mother to his favorite restaurant in Rome, Italy, where they make the best and tastiest pizzas in the world, in my opinion. The pizzas are made using the freshest Italian ingredients.

I was fascinated by the process of making the dough, as I watched them spin it around on their hands. I would often sit in the kitchen where the pizzas were made, observing the chefs in action.

My father later chose to hire one of the head chefs, inviting him to spend summers with us in our home just outside Rome, in Tivoli. Paying him nicely. His name was Dimitri, he was incredibly skilled in the kitchen.

One day, I asked if he could teach me how to make pizza, and he did. He taught me to cook and make pasta too. So, here I am, making pizza for Sienna, hoping she enjoys it.

Speaking of my little gattina, it took a lot of strength not to remove that tiny bikini off her, when she stood up from the jacuzzi,I'm not sure what Paula was thinking, leaving it out for her. Fortunately, none of my security staff noticed her.

I have no doubt that they would have been left speechless, mouths open, with raging hard on's looking at her. Resulting with me having to hand out punishments to each and everyone of them for looking.

Her body was absolutely amazing, flawless in every way. I couldn't help but steal a glance at her beautifully firm breasts.Their size was perfect, neither too big nor too small, ideal for fucking too. Her hardened nipples didn't go unnoticed either, visible through her bikini top, tempting me to suck on them.

Shit, I really need to stop thinking about her in that way. Otherwise, as soon as she comes down, I might just break my promise, skip dinner, and take her up to my room.

The pizza oven chimed, indicating that the pizza was ready. I took it out and placed it on a round plate, cutting it into slices. I brought it over to the table where I had other dishes set out. I poured two glasses of red wine, specifically choosing a vintage Merlot called "Sassicaia" from the Bolgheri region in Tuscany, known for its quality.

"Mmm, something smells amazing," her sweet voice resonated from behind me. I turned to see her looking stunning in a mid-length lemon floral dress with buttons all down the front. The bust was tight, it had a little cut-out underneath, showcasing her assets, not too much though.

"Come sit," I said, pulling out a chair for her. As I pushed her in, my hand caressed her shoulder ever so slightly. I felt her body tense.

"I hope you're hungry," I said, passing her a glass of wine before taking my seat beside her. "Absolutely famished," she replied with a soft smile. Raising my glass, I tilted it towards hers, "Cheers," we say in perfect harmony.

"I can't believe you actually made this from scratch," she exclaimed, taking a bite of the pizza. "It has to be the tastiest pizza I've ever eaten," she complimented.

"Thank you, it's quite easy to make. I'll teach you sometime," I replied, sipping from my wine glass, my gaze fixed on hers. She licked the sauce from her lips, and my eyes followed her every move. She missed a spot, so I reached out and gently wiped the corner of her mouth with my finger. She froze.

"You missed a spot," as I wiped away the sauce with my finger and brought it to my mouth, licking it off. Her eyes widened as she watched my actions, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. "Oh, um, thanks," she shyly replied, causing me to chuckle. Still as innocent as ever...