Page 123 of Divine Obsession

Natalia took a seat in front of his desk, crossing her legs with a casual confidence that made my stomach tighten. She wasn’t the same girl I used to know. There was something sharper about her now, something dangerous. She didn’t just carry her father’s name anymore; she wore the Mafia loyalty like armor.

“Your drama is not my problem.” Gìovanni leaned over his desk and handed Natalia a sleek folder. “Here’s the set list for next month.”

She took it without a word, flipping through the pages.

“You teach dance?” I asked Natalia, unable to keep the edge out of my voice.

“Pole,” Gìovanni corrected, a stupid smirk on his fucking face. “She’s real good at it, too.”

He’d… Seen her dance?

On. A. Fucking. Pole?

My eyes met his with such morbid violence, I was actually considering how bad it would be for me to murder a Cosa Nostra Boss.

“Though… I hear she doesn’t take well to uninvited guests.”

My hand twitched towards the gun in my waistband.

“Shecan speak for herself.” Natalia closed the folder with a snap and stood, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she headed for the door. “We’re going to use one of your offices.”

Gìovanni leaned back in his chair. “You know how to make yourself at home.”

It took everything in me to walk away. To not shoot the future Boss of all Bosses of the Italian-American Mafia in the head over a woman.

“Oh, and Trevor?” Gìovanni’s voice stopped me just as I reached the handle. I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his amused gaze. He nodded towards the elevator. “I’ll send you the bill.”

The meeting room smelled of leather and dirty cash, the kind of mob luxury that spoke of Gìo’s expensive taste. I moved to the large desk and dropped the folder he’d given me, the sound echoing in the quiet.

Trevor followed, closing the door behind him with a deliberate, slowclick. The tension from the elevator hadn’t gone away, and I could feel his eyes on me, heavy and unrelenting. Burning a hole into the side of my face.

“We not gonna talk about what almost happened in the elevator?” His deep voice broke the silence, smooth and edged with something dangerous.

I didn’t look at him, keeping my focus on the papers I was pulling out of the folder. “What is there to talk about?”

“You almost asking me to turn you around and fuck your brains out from behind.”

I scoffed. “That’s not–”

“I’ve fucked you too many times to not know that look in your eyes.”

I finally glanced up, meeting his gaze with a practiced indifference. “I was feeling nostalgic. Nothing more.”

Anyonecould slip uponetime.

I just couldn’t let it happen again.

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, the dangerous edge in his expression took a darker, scarier turn. But it was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by that arrogant tilt of his chin. “Right.Nostalgia.”

Several moments passed as I logged into one of Gìo’s computers, and I was beginning to feel the tension wear off.

“Remember that time I fucked you against the lockers?”

My hands froze on the keyboard of my laptop.

“You had on that tiny, cheerleading outfit. Right before the big game. Massaged my cum into your skin. Made you stay like that the whole night.”

I faltered, feeling like I’d just gotten hit by a train ofBad Relationships Past.

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