Page 167 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“I’ll grab your drink. Your meal should be ready in about twenty minutes.” I smiled and turned on my heels.

I exhaled as I walked toward the kitchen.

Luciano Conti is here. At my family’s restaurant.

Being in his presence was difficult. My nerves were on ten. Not to mention all I wanted to do was stare at him. I held it together. Each time he made me laugh, I felt a little more at ease. Thirty minutes after he left, I asked myself if he really talked to me or was I daydreaming.

The next night I was scheduled to work, Luciano was sitting in my section again.

Oh my god, why is he here again?

“Back again?”

“Yup. What can I say? I love the food.”

Hmm, maybe Soloman’s was his new place to eat. Take that La Bella’s.

I took his order, then turned his ticket into the kitchen. He was here for our cuisine. My stomach needed to get the memo. Felt like it would bottom out in any second. I returned to his table and placed his drink before him.

He asked what I liked to do outside of work. I gave him a generic rundown of things I did with my friends. The entire time, I wondered why he cared. But I entertained him. I told Luciano I was attending culinary school soon. When he asked was I in college, my heart pounded in my throat.

My brows rose. “No, I graduated from high school in June. I’ll attend classes right after Labor Day.”

He appeared unphased by my answer.

“How old are you?”

Again, why the hell does he care?

“Eighteen. My birthday’s coming up in November.” I peeked over my shoulder. It was time to disappear.

“I have to help other customers. I’ll return with your meal shortly.”

“Thanks.”

My stomach was in knots again from answering all of his questions. Waiting on the other customers helped my stomach settle.

Later that night, Luciano asked me everything except what hospital I was born in. It became clear he was here to see me.

Every night I worked; Luciano was there. Seated in my section.

I didn’t know what to do with my feelings I’d buried down deep for him a while ago. I didn’t think I’d ever be in Luciano’s sights.

But here he was after me, hard. He wouldn’t let up. He insisted on staying to help me close. The young rich eligible bachelor helped me clean the restaurant. He probably didn’t clean his own house.

The second his lips came crashing down on mine, I was awestruck. Every nerve ending in my body tingled. Shit, now I’d dream of fucking his brains out.

This couldn’t happen. Dad wouldn’t be ok with me dating Luciano. To save myself the headache, I told Luciano we couldn’t see each other.

That statement went in one ear and out the other. He only pursued me harder. The ferocious kisses continued. Leading me to take cold showers every night.

The way both sets of lips reacted to his kisses; I knew I was in trouble.

The guy I dreamed of half of my life wanted me, too.

I thought for sure after our first date he’d try to fuck me. But he didn’t. Our kissing sessions were so hot, I basically fucked him through his clothes. I hungered for his cock in the worst way.

Our dates were so romantic. Sometimes I couldn’t believe he was a mobster. We went for long walks in the park on my days off.

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