Falling for the Mafia Boss

Chapter Fifteen

Mia POV

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“It’s not me whom you shall fear micetta. It’s the world I live in.” He shakes his head and releases a breath. “This life gobbles up girls like you and spits them out, one piece at a time until there is nothing left but a broken puzzle that is unmendable. That’s why Donnie and your father have kept this from you all these years. They fear what the mafia wars would do to you.”

His explanation does not scare me like he intends it to. I could care less about the danger of the mafia. What hurts me the most is that they are a part of this whole other world, and never admitted it to me. They kept me in the dark like I was a child who wouldn’t understand. It makes me angry honestly. “Why you though? Out of everyone, I was certain you wouldn’t keep something like this from me. Especially because we slept together, deepening our relationship. Do you not think that it would have been nice to know that you were the f*****g mob boss before I had s*x with you?”

Enzo pulls into th club's parking lot. He drives around the back and parks in his regular parking spot. “What kind of man do you want to be with, Mia? A thug who kills people and runs illegal merchandise. No… You want to be with a doctor, a lawyer, maybe a scientist like yourself. You’re too good for me, and I guess keeping my promise to Donnie was my way of keeping you close to me. I feared that you would push me away if I told you who I was.”

“Hold on. What promise were you keeping?”

Lorenzo turns towards me in the car and pinches the bridge of his nose like this conversation is giving him a headache. He lets go and looks me in the eyes “Donnie made me promise to never tell you what we do, who I am, or how affiliated he is with the mafia.”

I look at the vehicles parked around us and spot Donnie’s. I reach for the door handle, pissed off and ready to go confront my brother when Enzo’s hand grabs ahold of my arm, keeping me in my spot. I try to jerk my arm away from him, but his grasp is too strong. “Let go of me Enzo” I shout.

“You can’t go in there right now. I’ll call Donnie and have him come down.”

Frustrated, I reach over and punch Enzo in the balls. His hand leaves my arm and he cups himself with a loud groan. I jet out of his car and towards the club. I hear Enzo call my name faintly, but I’m too mad to care. I’m not allowed in my brother’s club, f**k that. I grew up in this club and nobody is going to tell me I can’t come in here.

The same man who is always standing guard on the main level nods his head to me when I walk into the door. I point up to the office area, a silent question as to where my brother is, and the bouncer nods.

When I walk into the office, reality hits me. At least a dozen men draw their guns, pointing them right at me. There are white bricks of something stacked in the middle of the table. Marco is bent down, with a rolled-up hundred-dollar bill, scraping it across the table where a thin line of powder sits. He sniffs as he comes up, rubbing his nose, not even aware that I have entered the room, and that the tension is high from my presence. Donnie glances up from a suitcase of money, the blood rushing from his face like a ghost when he sees me.

“Guns down!” Donnie orders, but only four of the men listen. They lower their guns and look to Donnie for direction. “I said lower your f*****g guns!” Donnie’s voice is deep and threatening.

I feel a presence behind me, and then Lorenzo sets his hand on my shoulder gently. All the guns drop back to the sides of their carriers. A fat older man in black slacks and a silver button-up shirt steps forward with a huge grin on his face. “Genovese.” His tone sings with excitement and masculinity as he draws out the last syllable. He holds his hand out, and Enzo shakes it firmly. “I didn’t expect to see you today. Donnie said you had some business to attend to. I see you brought your business with you.” He peers down at me with a mischievous look on his face. His voice is thick with the same accent as Lorenzo’s. He’s a born Italian.

Lorenzo ignores the man’s taunt, instead, he looks past him at Marco, before he meets the fat man’s gaze again. “I need to pull Donnie away for a matter that will need to be discussed in private. You can finish the transaction with Marco.”

The fat man’s expression falls. “I don’t do business with Marco. It’s bad enough you always send Donnie instead of meeting me yourself.”

“It’s not a request, Bernardo. Either you deal with Marco, or you can pack up your blow and go see Russo. There are other suppliers in the city, who wouldn’t give a s**t if they dealt with me, Marco, or one of my dancers, as long as they made money.” Enzo’s hard glare moves to Donnie. “Donnie.” He calls him, settles his hand in the small of my back, and leads me out of the office, down the hall, and into the private room where I once watched one of the dancers service him.

Donnie walks in right behind us, and as if I am not in the room, lays into Enzo.

“What the hell is she doing here? She just walked in on a goddamn drug transaction. That f*****g wise guy just saw her with you.”

Enzo’s attention never leaves me. His jaw twitches with anger. “I tried to stop her, but your little sister punched me in the balls.”

“I didn’t know what you were doing in here. I was angry and I needed to talk to you.” I point to Donnie, shoving my finger in his face. “You lied to me. You looked me in the face and lied to me. You even talked people into going along with your lie and keeping the truth from me.” my vision blurs as tears form in my eyes. “I thought I was crazy for thinking this was normal. That it was normal to keep guns on you and point them at people.” I pull the gun out of my waistband and put it on Donnie’s forehead. “Is this normal Donnie? Do you live for this?” The fear from the guns drawn on me, the adrenalin from holding the gun to Donnie’s head, and the anger mixed with my pain of betrayal fuels my fury. I blink, letting the tears roll down my cheek. “Dad tried so hard to get our family out, and you put us back in danger. A detective is stalking me. He stopped me on the street today. Do you know how it feels to be told that your brother is a murderer by a cop? I didn’t even know how to defend you because you have kept me in the dark.” As I lower the gun he grabs it from me, yanking it out of my hand and tossing it on the couch next to us.

“If you ever hold a gun to me again-“

“What!” I scream. “You going to kill me?”

Enzo steps in between us, his back to Donnie and his chest to me. He wraps his arms around me in a comforting hug, but I don’t accept it. I push him away from me and step back, overwhelmed by the reality of what’s happening two doors down.

I witnessed a murder a few days ago. I slept with my brother’s best friend, who happens to be a Boss in the mafia. A detective is asking questions that I know the answers too, yet I must stay silent. I just walked into a major drug deal and almost died. I just called off my engagement to my cheating fiancé and my father is dying. I lower my head and close my eyes, feeling completely defeated and uncomfortable. “Just tell me how to deal with the detective.” My voice is small, a whisper of determination and desperation.

Donnie sighs, he runs his fingers through his dark hair. “You don’t have to deal with anybody, Mia. You have a criminal for a brother.” He smiles, coming closer to me and rests his arm on my shoulder. “You just worry about spending time with pa. I’ll handle the detective.”