Page 14 of Dark Mafia Vows

The familiar sight of my suburban home greets me. Under the evening sky, the house stands tall and modern, its dark glass windows reflecting the fading sunlight. The manicured lawn stretches out like a green carpet, bordered by perfectly trimmed hedges. The environment here is a stark contrast to the chaos of the city.

My penthouse apartment in Midtown Manhattan is at the center of the bustling city. Although the location is perfect for my line of work, sometimes I just crave some peace and quiet.

This is my true home, the place I escape to for a taste of normalcy. I haven’t even installed any security here as not many people know I stay at this location. Unless we’ve had business dealings in the past or share a mutual business partner, this house probably operates under an alias—belonging to an immigrant Asian family just off the boat, courtesy of my efficient assistant.

It’s my way of keeping a low profile and drawing less attention to myself.

As I pull into the driveway, I notice something feels off. That’s when I spot a strange car parked outside my fence—an Audi, glossy and black, its curves sharp and inviting. My curiosity piques. I come to a stop right outside my gate and step out of my car. The gravel crunches under my feet as I approachthe Audi, wondering to whom it belongs and why the person is parked outside my house.

My heart quickens when I see her, and I can hardly believe it. She must have gotten my address from her brother. I wouldn’t be surprised—he’s likely been keeping tabs on me over the years, ensuring I don’t catch him off guard.

When you make a lot of enemies on your path to success, paranoia can kill you faster than people ever could.

He’s obviously tried to ensure that I never cross paths with his precious sister. Well, it’s too late for that—his efforts to keep her away from the big bad wolf have been in vain.

Because she’s here. It’s Ginny.

An inner excitement stirs within me, slowly traveling from my pounding heart and rushing through my veins. She doesn’t know I’m here yet. Or if she does, she’s doing a very good job of pretending. I wouldn’t be surprised. Ginny is someone who would never give me the satisfaction of acknowledging my presence.

But I don’t give a fuck about that. She’s here, and I can’t help but relish the anticipation of what this encounter might bring.

I take my time admiring her as she stands by the car, her posture tense and defiant.

She’s in a short, light blue sundress with ruffles at the short sleeves and ends. The color makes her long, dark hair appear even darker. As usual, the soft waves frame her beautiful face.

My eyes trail down to her exposed legs, and I feel the arousal travel straight to my dick. My body heats at the thought of having soft flesh wrapped around my waist.

Her hair is the perfect length to wrap around my wrist as she kneels before me and takes my dick in her mouth. Or to pull roughly as I take her from behind...

Fuck.

Pulling my thoughts from the gutter, I focus on her face. Her plump lips are pressed together into a firm line as if she’s fighting back whatever words she wishes to spit out towards me, and I can’t help but chuckle.

That’s when she turns to look at me.

The evening air is a bit warm, wrapping around us like a blanket. Rays of light from a nearby streetlight catch her hair, making it glow with streaks of golden in it.

There’s a fire in her eyes that makes it clear she’s not here for games, and that only adds to my amusement.

“Is there something I should know?” I ask, letting the soft breeze carry my voice as I draw closer. “Your brother visited me earlier today, and now here you are.” I stop directly in front of her, lowering my voice. “Am I in some kind of trouble? Or is this some sort of covert family invitation to join the Bianchi clan?”

Her nose flares as she raises her head to meet my gaze. Damn. She’s making it hard to focus on anything but her. Her glossy eyes lock onto mine while she?—

“You piece of shit,” she spits, making the mistake of stepping even closer to me.

Now, I can see the sprinkle of freckles across her nose, I can smell her faint vanilla scent with a hint of lavender, and I see her hazel eyes, a perfect mixture of light brown and green.

“How dare you?” Her voice fills the air again, bringing my attention back to her angry face.

“How dare I do what, Princess?” I can’t resist, I reach out, brushing back a strand of her hair. “You’ll need to be specific.”

She lets out a harsh chuckle.

“You think you rule the world, huh? You think you can just go about doing whatever you want to people?—”

“Shouldn’t you be hiding somewhere?” I interrupt, frowning as I pull my hands away and slip them into my pockets to avoid doing something foolish, like pulling her closer.

“Your brother told me what happened. What an unfortunate thing,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

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