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Taste of the Dark - A Mafia Romance

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1479    |    Released on: 12/05/2026

utive wing is just down the hall. It's usually off-limits after

they going to

people for far more minor infractions. There's practically a trail o

om A, Conference Room B, the supply closet where I once caught two

s office, complete with gleaming leather couches and a view of the lake that I hav

n wrapped in Tom Ford suits and an ego with its own gravitational field. To be fair, it's

m is that he kno

that he never, ever l

, he goes through romantic partners even faster. Given the way half the

nyway-so yes, I have noticed that he is unfairly attractive in that way that makes you angry at genetics f

osition I currently occupy only became available in the first place because he gave th

has to go home sometime. Probably to his Gold Coast penthouse with its wraparound vi

is. I wouldn't be surprised if h

upid, but I feel almost giddy. Like I'm getting away with something. I'm reclaimi

can do this. I can adapt. I can overcome all things through spite and stubbo

h

that is definitely not a wall or a piece of furniture or any inanimate

s amount of muscle. The kind of torso that suggests its owner either has a serious

my hands there. My brain short-circuits

for people who've just realized they've replied-all to the enti

t, the worst-

s looking at me with that trademark blend of scorn and weariness that he does so we

or me, he wears

No one outside of Henry Cavill should have a chin

be the brows are also at fault here. They slice above his blue eyes, two cliffs overlooking two icy mountain lakes, set on either side

face is guilty of letting him get away w

a baritone rumble. "Care to

sing this exact moment to notice that he has a small scar just below his left collarbone, and a tattoo on his left pec, and a lig

nearly lose my balance. "I wasn't-

rs. So squeaky and shrill. Somewhere down th

s up. "Generally, that's what h

ine at

." He tilts his head. "Which brings us to the more interesting question: Why

th. Close it.

ree months, so I thought I'd practice navigating the office and accident

testing

results sa

dates women with billboards of their faces and sexually explicit pop songs on the radio. He is genetically incapable of

ss." I start to turn. "I shou

. "And your solution to this long d

long, compl

ter. I eat complicated for breakfast. Usually with a

had my hands all over my boss's chesticles-I feel my lips twitch in

close, close enough that I can see the fain

t, the terror, the bane of my existence and

second, I consi

've never gotten one of those, not once, not ever-I've gotten food stamps and bruised shins and syrup-less lattes, and I've worked until my eyes ached and my fingernails cracked for nothing but pitiful pennies, but I did it because I had to, because someone has to, because it's a brutal world and th

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Taste of the Dark - A Mafia Romance
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“I tried to quit. My boss said no. When you work for billionaire restaurateur Bastian Hale, every day is an exercise in endurance. He screams at you in front of half the staff? Endure. He tears your work to bits and tells you to start again? Endure. He surprises you shirtless in the office late one night? Endure... then go home and die of embarrassment. I've endured six years of Bastian Hale. I can endure anything. ... Until my doctor tells me I'm going blind in ninety days. Suddenly, enduring isn't the goal anymore. Living is. Seeing everything I can before the lights go out forever. And that means one thing: quitting the job that's consumed my entire adult life. There's just one problem: Bastian doesn't accept my resignation. Instead, he shreds my letter to pieces... Offers me a million dollars to stay... And vows to make my last ninety days of sight worth remembering. The man is arrogant. Brutal. Cold as the walk-in freezer. But his hands are warm. And in the dark, he teaches me things my eyes never could. I wanted one last look at the light. I got a taste of the dark instead.”