The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

“But__”

“There are no buts, Duncan!” I fired into the phone, but then, I took a deep breath, clenching my fist. I dragged in a breath, trying to control the surge of anger brewing within me.

“There are no buts.” My voice reduced to a harsh whisper.

“I am sorry, boss.” He apologised.

“Just do what I asked you to do. Micah can wait. Whether he likes it or not, I will be the one to end that bastard. Right now, all I need you to do is to get right on what I told you to find out,” I paused, brushing my fingers through my hair.

“I would do it myself, but I don’t want to stir up doubts in her,” I added.

“Be discreet,” I warned him.

“Yes__”

“Uh…what’s going on?” Her lilting voice filled the room and I knew she was already out of the dressing room. Damnit. I spun around, trying my hardest to flash her a convincing smile.

She arched a brow at me in question.

I hung up immediately, striding forward. My eyes glazed over her appearance and my lips twitched in a smirk. Half of her brown waves were held up in a high ponytail and the rest of those wavy locks dropped below her shoulders, alongside the unpacked ones.

Her bold red lips twitched in utter displeasure and she narrowed her brown eyes at me, examining me, and it caused me to gulp.

“Arden?”

“Everything is fine, Peach,” I said softly, reaching out to touch her but she moved backwards. Her recoiling from my touch brought a frown to my face and I wasn’t able to conceal it.

“Who were you on the phone with?” She demanded.

“Duncan,”

Despite the answer I gave her, she didn’t seem like she believed me. I could still pick up on the hint of doubt that hung in her now-dim eyes. She huffed after a while, giving a dismissive wave of her hands.

“Do you have everything you want now?” I asked, tucking my hands into my pockets. She rolled her eyes.

“I was going to come out here to tell you to help me with my zipper but you are being all shady.” She didn’t hide the fact that she was displeased by my vagueness and it took a lot of restraint not to bite back at her and tell her how convenient it was for her to accuse me of the same thing she was doing.

Peach was hiding something from me. I knew it. I could feel it. I just didn’t know what it was. I could pinpoint it. The more I tried to convince myself that it was just me being paranoid, the harder she gave me reasons to debunk it as my paranoia.

First, it was at her office and then, the other night at the Villa. If she wasn’t checking her phone every minute, she would be spacing out. Not to mention the fact that she had been extra jumpy.

Going through her phone would only mean that I didn’t trust her. I do.

But it was becoming hard to trust her when she was acting this distant…when she was keeping things from me. I genuinely hoped that she would come to me with whatever it was that was bothering her, but every minute that passed and she failed to tell me about it, only gave my paranoia the upper hand.

So, I’d rather just get to the root of this on my own and I can only hope she doesn’t give me a reason to not trust her anymore…

“Come here,” I mumbled and walked towards her when I noticed how reluctant she was to move closer to me.

She was standing right in front of the full-length mirror. I closed in on her, slipping my arm around her waist to pull her closer. She sucked in a breath when I kissed her shoulder, writhing softly in my arms.

My eyes fluttered open and I took a look at our reflection in the mirror. The shimmering short dress with a droopy neck looked amazing against her skin. It was as though she was dipped in a jar of glitter. It barely went a few inches past her mid-thigh, showing off a lot of skin.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned, working my hands around her hips and they gripped the hem of the dress. The urge to slip my fingers beneath the___

“I am not wearing panties…” Her voice trailed off, sounding so sensual.

Damnit.

I pressed my body against hers from behind, wanting her to feel what those words did to me. I grasped her thigh possessively and she moaned, tilting her head to the side which gave me access to her bare neck. I latched my mouth against the flawless rosy surface, sucking on it.

“Oh, fuck,” She moaned, wiggling her butt against me. She was only making it harder than it was.

This woman drove me nuts.

“Excuse me, sir___oh, my God!” The sales attendant, who stepped into the dressing room, shrieked at the top of her voice and ran out of the room in embarrassment.

I chuckled.

I slipped off my jacket and wore it over her dress, placing a kiss on her cheek. “We’ll pick this up later,” I promised her, whispering dangerously into her ear. She whimpered softly. I smacked her ass before letting her go and she giggled.

“You are carrying the bags!” She chirped and sauntered out of the dressing room, leaving me behind to gulp hard at how amazing her legs looked in that dress.

I made my way out of the dressing room and headed to the counter where a heap of clothes were thrown on one side of the flat surface. The sales attendant behind the counter flashed me s warm smile.

She folded the clothes neatly into several paper bags and gave me my bill. I paid with my card and heard her mumble some words of farewell to me in Greek and then, I turned to Peach, who was seated on one of the couches.

She grinned at me and hopped off the couch, looping her arms around mine.

“So, where do you want to go next?” I asked her.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Let’s head back to the Villa,” She responded, kissing my cheeks and we walked out of the store, stepping into the bustling streets of Oia.

I pulled open the door to the backseat and tossed the bags in it, shutting it close. I turned to her and furrowed my brows, taking in her eyes that swirled with mischief.

“I’ll drive.” She whispered once she got to me, snatching the keys from my pocket.

“Peach__”

“Get in, Mr. Gray!” She giggled.

I stared at her for a moment and my shoulders slumped in defeat. There was no use arguing with the woman. I couldn’t even bring myself to if I wanted, so I decided to trust her.

I slipped into the passenger’s seat and shut the door. She ignited the engine and it roared to life.

The minute she tucked her hair in a messy bun and turned to me with that sexy, mischievous smirk, I knew shit had just got serious but then, I couldn’t deny the fact that she looked hot.

“Are you ready?” Her voice was low, suggestive even. She peered at me beneath her lashes and bit her lower lip softly.

And with a smirk equally as devious as hers, I muttered back. “Hell yeah.”