Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 35

Grace

Before we all decided to discuss anything, Alessio ordered some drinks. Alcoholic drinks, I might add, and I should know better than to drink because of what happened last time. However, I'm only human. This time I'll just pace myself....maybe.

I see all of them sipping on their fancy bourbon and fancy scotch while exchanging glances and words in Italian that I cannot understand. I start getting annoyed from not be included in the conversation, so I turn my attention to the other people in the restaurant. I observe their actions, their looks, and their attitude. The restaurant was filled mostly with men and only a few women. I noticed how everyone would look anywhere but the table we were seated at. It puzzled me because I couldn't quite understand why there was only one person looking at me. A single man who never took his eyes off the table.

The funny part was that I did not see this man as threat. It was more of the matter that I wanted to get to know him better; it felt like I knew the man personally. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my name. It was Sergio asking me what I wanted to order to eat.

"Sorry," I tell him "I was lost in thought." I peak behind him to see the man who was looking at me only to notice he was leaving. I let out a troubled sigh. Hopefully I won't regret this. "Order me whatever you think I would like," I tell Sergio. "I trust you to pick for me." I look and see the man leaving out the back of the restaurant. "Excuse me for a moment I need to use the ladies room."

I leave the table quickly without saying anything else. I follow the man outside the restaurant and see him leaning against the building. It was like he was waiting for me. It was dead silent outside. You can only hear my heels clicking against the concrete as I approach the man. I can see the end of the man's cigarette light up each time he inhales. He was kind enough not to blow smoke into my face.

As I got closer, I noticed the man was about late forties or early fifties. He had a toffee skin tone, dark but sad eyes, and a cleanly trimmed beard that had just a little bit of grey hairs in it. When I finally stopped walking and was face to face with him, he extinguished his cigarette throwing it on the cold concrete and stepping on it.

"Malditos Italianos," the man speaks; he was Hispanic which caught my attention real quick. "Always dealing with their problems in fucking fancy restaurants." The man turns to me. "You ought the know that by now, right Grace?"

"You know who I am," I speak up; I wasn't going to beat around the bush with this man. "How do you know me, and what business do you have for stepping into an Italian place of business when you're obviously Latino?"

"Oh querida, I've known you since you were a little bebé. I'm surprised you don't remember me; although, I have gotten older just as you have. As for the part about the restaurant," he looks directly at me, "I could ask the same thing about you, but I already know the answer."

My eyes go wide at this man's remarks, but he still didn't answer my question. "How do you know me?" I grit out through my teeth. I was tired of being kept in the dark about shit that concerned me.

The man smirked and stepped away from the building. "Let's just say you and I had a similar friend."

"Had." I say. "That's past tense so what friend would that be?" I ask the man.

He steps on past me and starts walking away. "Hey!" I shout at him causing him to turn around. "I need answers! You can't just expect me to follow you, you tell me that you know me, then walk away for no reason."

"You should be getting back to your table," he tells me. "They will start getting suspicious."

"At least give me something about you because I feel like....like-"

"Like you know me," he finishes for me.

I simply nod my head, and he smiles at me. "Please," I say, "I just need something. You obviously know what is happening in my life and who I am, so tell me what I don't know."

The stranger walks to me and hands me a card. "I knew your grandfather." That's all he tells me before turning back around and walking away.

I stand there dumbfounded and look at the card. It had a phone number and read: If you really want to know more about him and how to deal with your "little" Cartel problem, contact me. Signed, J.

I sneak back into the restaurant without letting anyone see me and notice food arriving to the table. I had tucked the card away into my bra to hide it from everyone else. It wasn't their business to know that I had been with someone close to my grandfather.

I sit back down in my seat and see a beautiful plate of pasta placed before me. I give a warm smile to Sergio and tell him thank you. Everyone begins eating, as do I, when I feel a rough hand grasp my thigh. A small gasp escapes my lips, and I shiver when I feel lips press against my neck next to my ear. I then hear, "We need to have a talk later."

The lips leave my skin and leave me speechless.
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After dinner, we all went back to Alessio's house where he pulled my aside into his study. Before I could ask what he wanted to talk about, I'm pinned against the wall and enveloped in a kiss. Alessio pins one of my hands above my head and trials kisses along my neck down to my breasts.

"I'm guessing you really didn't want to talk," I say breathlessly. I feel him smirk against my skin and chuckle into my ear sending chills up my spine.

"Oh, il mio piccola combattente," he whispers to me, "I do want to talk." His free hand gropes my breast earning a moan from me. He then snakes his hand inside my bra and finds the card I placed in there. My eyes go wide as he pulls the card out of my bra and holds it right in front of my face. "I want to talk about this."

I open my mouth but no words come out. I was royally fucked. Alessio doesn't back away from me, he just stares right at me.

"Did you really think I didn't know what you were doing when you left the table?" He says to me. "I have eyes everywhere. You're mine, Grace." He gets closer to me grabbing my chin softly. "I should always know when my little fighter is meeting others." He releases my hand and backs away sitting on his desk motioning me with his finger to come to him.

I back away from the wall and step in his direction inches from him. "So, now what?" I reply unenthusiastically. "You want me to throw it away, burn it, shove it down the garbage disposal? What?" I roll my eyes.

He grabs me by my waist and pulls me in close to him. "First," he tells me, in his demanding voice, "never roll your eyes at me. Second," he turns me around so that I'm pressed against his hard body. I can feel his erection on my ass, and his hand wrapped around my neck bending my head back. He gets close to my ear and whispers, "I want you to call the damn number."
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Heyyy, my lovelies! I finally decided to get off my lazy ass and update!!! Yessss! Sorry if this chapter sucked but I really wanted to update today.

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