Married to the Mafia Boss

Katya

The Sorvino brothers walked in like harbingers in a tragic folktale. Tall, imposing, with perfectly chiseled faces, and an aura that screamed they were not people you wanted to fuck with.

Yet here I was again. Honestly, at this point, it was as if the universe had something against me as it kept throwing me into messy situations with Alessandro. My eyebrows shot up slightly before I recovered myself.

I bought this site at an auction.

There were documents to show everything. The bank had been auctioning some properties, and I’d made an offer that was accepted. I didn’t care what was going to happen here. This site wasn’t going anywhere.

“The Petrenko Princess,” Dominic called with a smile. The other two were always in suits, but he was never without his jeans. Pants and jacket. “Did our Alex invite you?” he nudged Alessandro, who didn’t even bother looking away from me.

Shaking my head and uncrossing my legs, I leaned forward on the table. “No, actually. I came because the previous occupants of my new property were being unnecessarily difficult.”

“That’s a coincidence,” Alesandro’s smooth voice. “Because it almost sounds like the reason we’re here. Except in our case, the person being…difficult…is somebody claiming to be the owner of my property.”

I smiled.

“Well, just take a look at the papers your brother is reading. I think you’ll find, Mr. Sorvino, that whoever is causing you trouble is doing it on your former property.” I relaxed into my seat. “You handed this site over to the Mercedes Bank to auction off exactly a month ago from today, in fact, and I made an offer during that auction. An offer that was accepted, documented, and resulted in the complete transfer of ownership.”

Francesco sighed and scratched his chin. “She’s right, Ales, everything is documented right here. Very properly prepared, in fact.”

“Thank you. I had a very traumatizing experience with my last property,” I said with my most honeyed smile and voice, “so I was fully prepared to handle it. Here, and outside.” I emphasized.

The bank had been careful not to disclose the identity of the previous owner of the lot. I had every other legal detail except anything that could have told me to watch out for the one man that had been hunting me for days now.

“That doesn’t matter, Frankie, because she wasn’t supposed to acquire this lot. There was already an intended buyer.”

I tilted my head a bit. “Really? For an auction?”

“If I may-” One of the bankers tried to speak but was interrupted by Dominic.

“You may not, Michael, shush.”

“I know, Ales, but these are genuine documents. They can’t be turned.”

I was enjoying this, this absolute win. Maybe the universe was not as bitchy as I thought, and this was her compensating me.

Alex gave his brother a look before facing me across the table again. “I’ve done it before, Frankie, I can do it again. In fact, why don’t you all go back now, I’m sure Miss Petrenko and I can handle things from here.”

The bankers, workers, and union representatives gave each other uncertain glances before shuffling outside the tent. Francesco followed with a nod to me and another for Dominic to follow.

The jeans-loving brother tossed me an unopened can of beer. It was slightly cold. “Enjoy. Alex has no sense for humor.” Then he winked and went away.

Leaving just me and Alex in the tent.

“I had somebody making an offer in that auction.”

“I do recall someone making shitty offers.”

Alex propped his elbows on the table and leaned forward. “This is the second time, Katya, you cannot expect me to treat it as a coincidence.”

I raised a brow at his stern face. “You have to be joking.”

He wasn’t joking.

I chuckled and opened the beer. “Dominic was right, you do have no sense of humor.”

Alex cracked a smile and pushed himself up, walking around the table toward me. I watched him over the rim of the can.

It was actually a good beer. I’d remember to look at the label.

After Alex was gone.

He perched on the table right beside me, that husky scent of his invading my space, and took the beer from my lips to empty the can. Then he placed it gently on the table and spoke in a very calm, suspiciously gentle voice.

“I have warned you, Katya, haven’t I?”

“You’ll need to be more specific.”

I hated what that smile did to my stomach. My mind.

“I told you I wasn’t somebody you should mess with. Around me, there is only danger. Always constant.”

“So, this is how you stole my building from me last time?” I asked, pushing back my chair so I could face him properly. “Still using cheap threats.”

Alessandro didn’t smirk. He just considered me in silence, giving me time to notice his long, dark lashes, and the fullness of his brows. Then he licked his lips, and my eyes followed the slow movement of his tongue.

His eyes were on mine when I looked up, searing and steady, forcing sensations in my stomach.

Then, he reached with his feet under my chair and pulled me towards him, until I was right at the table, between his legs.

He leaned forward, holding himself up with one hand on the back of the chair and the other on the armrest, right up against my arm. He was so close, and I liked it.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Loved it.

I might have leaned forward to kiss him if he was not threatening me to take away my property.

The desire to do it was almost blinding…until he spoke.

“I have done it before, and I will again, Katya. You are a tiny kitten trying to play with a tiger. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

The smile on my lips died. This was a joke, that he genuinely thought I was just a little girl stumbling around in the dark.

I stood up, not caring that he was basically leaning over me. He eased back because there was almost no space between us, my chair being shuffled back by my legs.

My hands rested on the table on either side of his hips, and I leaned forward, only a breath away from him. His warm breath was right on my lips.

“First thing Alessandro,” I said, enunciating each word, so he got everything, “I am not a tiny kitten. I am Katya Petrenko, heir to the Petrenko family. And even though you managed to get one over me that one time, I swear there will not be a second time, not unless I allow it. I know how to play dirty too.”

His blue eyes became even darker and staring into them felt like swimming in the sea.

“Secondly, I know exactly what I’m doing, and on my say so, I will have it if I want it. Know this.”