Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 18

Grace

Shit, shit, shit. Yeah, I'm in deep shit. I'm running, literally running, through the house looking for my asshole of a boss. Maybe he can make himself useful by pointing me in the direction of appropriate attire.

I approach what I can only assume to be his bedroom. Fuming, I walk up to the large wooden door and start knocking nonstop.

Knock knock knock!

Silence follows behind my violent blows to the door. I knock again, and again, and again with still the same response....utter and complete silence. I begin to get rather impatient so I reach for the door knob. I grab hold and turn.

Click.

The door was not locked. I turn it all the way and push the door open. I stick my head into the room and look around. Not seeing anyone, I open the door all the way and walk inside. Looking around the room, I noticed how well it was decorated. The room had a king sized bed, a walk in closet where Alessio kept all is black suits, honestly, I don't think I've ever seen him wear anything else. There was a single window with curtains covering it, a flat screen on the dresser, and a door which lead to the bathroom where the water was running.

My eyes go wide once I realized that there was water running from the bathroom. "Fuck," I whispered to myself. All of a sudden, I hear the water turn off and the door handle to the bathroom starts to turn. I'm so fucked right now. There's no way I'm going to get out of here so I have to take drastic measures.

The door opens all the way and see him walk right in front of me. Well, I don't see all of him, I only see the towel and his feet. Yes, I'm hiding under the bed.  I'm trying my best to keep still and keep my breathing under control, but that all goes down the toilet once I see the towel drop from his waist. I gasp and shut my eyes just in case I actually could see his panty-dropper/baby-maker. He paused for a moment when I gasped. I peak through my fingers and he now has pants on. Thank, God. Why do I feel like I'm lying to myself though? No, no bad thoughts Grace!

I watch as he slips on his shoes and heads for the door. I can no longer see him due to the angle I'm at, but I hear the door open and shut. I let out a breath of air and start crawling out from underneath the bed. Rule number one in a horror movie, or in situation like this one, never leave your hiding spot unless you wait at least five minutes or more. I made the mistake of not doing so,which resulted in me being grabbed from my arm and being pushed against the wall face-to-face with a wet haired and shirtless Alessio.

Crap.

I clear my throat, "I'm having a very strong sense of déjà vu." I give a slight laugh. "Okay, not helping my situation, right."

"What are you doing in here, gattina?" He purrs close to my ear.

"Giving each other pet names now, are we? How cliché of you," I say, our faces nearly touching. Hmm? Lightbulb. If I were to get out of this situation, I may have to beat him at his own game. Time to turn on the teasing charm.

"Nothing about me is cliché, gattina. Now I will ask again, what were you doing hiding underneath my bed? If you had wished to see me naked, all you would have to do is ask and I would gladly oblige," he finishes.

Oh, this will be fun. I turn my head away from him and look into his eyes. A few seconds pass by before I close the gap between us. My lips on his and his on mine. I can tell he is taken aback by my sudden action, and to be honest so am I, but sometimes you have to fight fire with fire if you want to get your point across. In my case, I was fighting a sex-driven mafia Don.

Alessio picks me up by my waist and I wrap my legs around him. I feel my back land on something soft. The bed. Alessio's figure straddles me as he caresses my cheek and runs his rough hand through my hair. I small shiver goes through my body as I lean into his touch. His hand was surprisingly warm and gentle and for a second if felt nice. Like I wasn't doing this out of spite. I grab his broad, muscular shoulders and flip him over so now I look down at him.  I trace my hands over his abs and begin placing light kisses on his torso.  He pulls me forward and kisses me with passion and hunger. He wanted this, and I wasn't going to give it to him. At least not today. I pull away from his grasp and start reaching for his pant buttons, but I stop. I move to his ear and whisper, "Nothing about me is cliché either, stronzo."