Undercover Love (Draft 1)

Chapter Ten

Pushing last night's moment with Liam to the back of my mind, I roll out of bed and look through my closet to find something to wear for the day. 

          I shiver as the cold wraps around my bare skin. I'd tried to sleep with pajamas on, but after more than a handful of steamy dreams, featuring a certain forbidden Mafia Don, I gave up and stripped to my underwear to keep myself from overheating. 

          Scanning the closet, I realise I don't have enough suitable clothes for the brisk weather. I had only really packed clothes to impress Liam instead of clothes that would actually be practical.

          Dumbass.

          This is the perfect opportunity for me to start my plan of bonding with Liam's closest men. I'll ask if anyone wants to come clothes shopping with me - if Liam will let me out of his sight, that is. 

          Throwing on a knitted red dress, black tights and a pair of black ankle boots, I make my way downstairs to find the others. Ideally, I'll be able to convince Matteo or Ryder to come with me as they seem the most likely to slip up and spill more information if they feel like they can trust me.

          Following the sound of laughter, I make my way into the kitchen. I fight the blush that threatens to cover my face at the memories of the last time I was in this room and plaster on a smile as I see Matteo and Adriano sat at on the island, laughing with eachother.

          "Hey guys!" I beam, taking a seat in front of them.

          "Good afternoon, Little Queen, what can we do for you?" Matteo smiles, taking a sip of his coffee. Adriano grins and offers me a friendly wave.

          "I was wondering if anyone would be free to come shopping with me? I don't have a lot of clothes that are suitable for this weather." I sigh, keeping my fingers crossed between my thighs.

          Please say yes. 

          "I'm afraid I'm not free today, but Matteo is." Adriano says, pointing his thumb to Matteo before standing off of his stool and placing his cup in the sink.

          My eyes dash to Matteo, giving him my best pleading look. "Please can you come with me? I would go alone but I have no idea how to get to a mall from here and I'm sure Liam would feel better knowing I had one of his men with me." I keep my voice sweet and flutter my lashes at him.

          "You don't have to try and convince me, Queenie, of course I'll go with you. Only if Boss will allow it though," Matteo shrugs and moves round the island to ruffle my hair. "You go convince him and I'll go get my stuff together." 

          "You're the best, thank you." I grin, jumping off my stool and running up the three flights of stairs to get to Liam's office.

          Reaching his office, I wipe my clammy hands against the sides of my dress. 

          You've got this. Just go in, ask to go to the mall with Matteo, and get the fuck out of there. Simple.

          I knock on the door and take a steadying breath. Hearing a deep "come in", I push the door open and step inside.

          The room is modern, but dark, with black leather furniture and dim lighting. It's exactly how you'd expect a Mafia Don's personal office to look. Rows of filing cabinets line the walls, each one filled with secrets and information that could make or break someone's life.

          In the corner of the room, just behind Liam's desk, sits a rolling table with a decanter filled with what looks like scotch. He clearly indulges in a drink or two while working on whatever business he handles in here. Two plush armchairs sit in front of his desk, inviting visitors to take a seat and discuss whatever matters he needs to deal with.