Dinner With The Mafia

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ing compared to seeing him in real life. He had this aura about him, one that h

k his time, examining me like I was an object, some tool for him to take control over. And when he was done, he leaned f

was suffocating and I couldn't ke

the soft music and resonating with a captivating intensity that wrapped ar

thing you noticed

ld you the first thing I noticed, I ca

o my face. "Why?

s eyes as he said, "It depends on wha

to hold myself against his charms and simply state what I wanted. But I had made a mistake, I forgot what kind of man Don Cana

to say, slowly finding m

ed on the waiter who quickly hurried over to him, while I

suggesting, not asking... telling. I continued to stare at him as he spoke to the waiter, still s

id when the waiter lef

food." His eyes warne

still try to refuse his demand. In the end, my lips rem

d. It sounded more like a

" I re

is y

t know what my name was. He had invited me to this meeting, how

ied soon after, not thin

smirked. "Like the

pelt with a y,

me in surprise. I got stiff, wondering if I

elsea with a

of relief. "No, my Che

turned to one of his men who was sitting not very far from us. "Americans. They name th

nt, I had had enough. "Are you going to go straight to the point or what? We are both here for a reason,

drop. The anger subsided and there I sat wonde

fell in nervousness, I played with my fingers while I waited for him

eel very uncomforta

at is why I offered you food. I want y

know that's a

d. "What d

what I meant. I raised my brow at him, highlighting

," he replied firml

remember what

is own mystification. "I don't think I've done anything t

g my confidence. "But some months a

was more worried than confused. "What d

l, momentarily diverting my focus from Don Canaan. I stared

sked Don Canaan, takin

n tenders,"

aste the flavorful blend of the creamy risotto. But I knew what the mafia don was up

he de

m annoyin

replied slowly. "I want to

and I became slightly uneasy about his odd

taking his cold e

cken and a bit of risotto, I brought it to my mouth, chewing slowly under his watchful gaze. When I

I took a gulp of win

ity that hinted at a desire I couldn't quite fathom. I wondered what he was thinking b

y satisfaction. Not yet. What I want to know i

he was playing a game of deception, and my irritation grew with each seemingly unaffected word he uttered. "Two

quiet and indifferent, no reaction in

u going to sa

was no

ha

e not my men or they acted alone. In bo

look in my eyes. But just as usual, Don Canaan didn't at al

not send my men after you. I

I believe yo

"You can not do anything to me and I do not care what you

rget their face

t they did to you, will that end it? Will you stop pub

he end of my lips. "I thought you

like a warning. "Think of it this way, American Girl. If you

y I was hoping he would be the one. Because it seemed that from all the mafias in Italy, he was my safest bet. I braced myself to reveal my propos

but I want somethi

I didn't take you fo

t your money

tarily at Lorenzo before returning to m

tection!" I quic

statement. The don silently gazed at me, this time I could se

help. I need you to protect m