Falling for the Mafia Boss

Chapter Two

Mia POV

I had to leave my parents’ house early. I worked my dad up so much that he had to go lay down and get on oxygen.

My mother was an emotional storm because I upset her boys, and my brother drove out the driveway like he was being chased by the SWAT team.

This is why I never mentioned boys in high school. If I liked a boy, I would keep it to myself and never act on it because “Nobody is good enough for our little star.”

They haven’t even met Dylan and they already hate him - for no reason. Mom only likes him because his family is loaded, and she doesn’t want me to have to worry about money problems. If Dylan were Italian, dad and Donnie would already be smoking cigars and playing dominos with him.

Luckily, the hotel let me check in early.

As soon as I walk in the door, I kick my high-heeled boots off and plop onto the bed. I switch on the TV and am happy to find a rerun of ‘Friends’ on. I watch it for a little bit, and it brings joy back into my mood.

Joey is my favorite character from that TV show. He reminds me of Donnie when Donnie was a teenager. A dumb ladies’ man who is always broke trying to chase his dream.

Donnie is five years older than me and had already moved out of the house when I was in high school. He would pick me up from school every day and take me to his night club that he was renovating. For all the years that I was in high school he was renovating that place.

He was just a broke Italian kid trying to build his dream.

I can’t wait to see what he has done with it now. Mom says that he has finally finished it and that it attracts celebrities. But then again, my mother also tells people that I am a surgeon and I’m totally not.

My phone beeps – it’s a text from Dylan.

Dylan: “Flight just landed. Grabbing rental car. Can you order pizza?”

Me: “Sure. Supreme?”

Dylan: “That’s fine.”

Me: “See you soon.”

I dial my favorite pizzeria's phone number and order our pizza. They say it should be here in thirty minutes and that’s perfect because Dylan should be here in fifteen. I fix my clothes really quickly and check my appearance. I look stressed out but still pretty.

It’s not long before he opens the door and his aura filling the room.

“Hey honey.” I greet him, giving him a squeezing hug. He kisses me on the cheek and throws his bags onto the bed rather aggressively.

He shoves past me and retrieves something out of his bag and holding it behind his back. “Close your eyes.” He tells me and I do. “Open.” When I open my eyes, he has a keychain dangling in front of my face that holds a single silver key.

“What’s this?” I ask him and his grin widens with michief.

“It’s to our condo in Texas. We were approved. I sent them the check a few weeks ago and the keys came by FedEx this morning. We’re moving to Austin baby.” He wraps me in a hug and I cheer, wrapping my legs around his waist. I can’t stop myself from leaning down and kissing him out of excitement. He kisses me back and shoves his entire tongue into my mouth. He leans down and presses me to the bed, his greedy hand crawling my thigh.

I shove him away and squeal, “Dylan.” I swat at his hand when he reaches for my breast.

“A man has got to try.” He declares, wiggling his eyebrows. He straightens and starts to strip, leaving a trail of clothes to the bathroom. “I’m going to shower. Join me if you’d like.” He calls.

“I have to wait for the Pizza.”

Moments later, there is a knock on the door followed by a man calling out “Pizza delivery.”

I hurry and check my wallet for a tip and remember that I gave my cash to the uber. I stick my head in the bathroom. “Hey pizza’s here. I gave my cash to the uber driver. Do you have any for a tip.” He points to his dress pants that are crumpled up on the ground and then goes back to washing his hair. Grabbing his pants, I shut the door behind me. What I pull out of his pocket though, is not his wallet or cash.

My heart drops when I hold them up – It’s a wadded up pink lacey thong. My eyes fill with tears when I check the size. Size small. I wear a size medium. The pizza guy knocks again, so I have to answer the door. I grab a Starbucks gift card from my wallet and hand it to the guy instead. “There’s a little over $20 on here. I’m sorry I don’t have any cash.” The guy shrugs and thanks me.

I set the pizza on the small table and then wait for Dylan to get out of the shower, my heart hammering into my ribs, threatening to crack them. The anxiety so great.

Him and I have never even argued in the year that we have been together.

I thought he was a good guy - not a cheating asshole. I look down at the panties in my hand and my heart breaks just a little more. Why would he cheat on me? My heart is aching, and I am trying to fight the tears that are threatening to fall again. There is not any other explanation of why he has women’s underwear in his pocket besides them being from another woman who he was recently intimate with.

The lock on the door clicks open and I take a deep breath. When he glances up at me, he offers me a small smile. “Pizza smells good.” He says and rubs his towel over his damp blond hair.

“Who is she Dylan?” I ask him.

His eyebrows lift, “Who?”

“The girl you met up with today.” I try to sound like I know what I’m talking about, that the secret is out, but really, I’m fishing, hoping he will confess himself. Hoping he will tell me how much of a mistake it was and that he loves me.

He looks confused, very confused and for a second I think that maybe I'm crazy.

He glances around the room and then his attention falls on his phone. “Did you go through my phone? Are you talking about Mandy? She’s the realtor that helped me find the condo in Austin. I met with her to get the keys. Why are you going through my phone?” He is accusing, his tone aggressive and foreign. He stomps over to his device aggravated and yanks it off the table, unlocking it and scrolling through it.

“No Dylan, I have never been through your phone, but good to know that you met up with Mandy today to get the keys that you just told me were mailed to you.” I throw the thong at him. “I found these in the pocket of your pants when I was looking for your wallet.” He picks them up and holds them in front of his face, his expression changing for a moment before falling back to its neutral facade. “So tell me… are these hers or some other girls that you’ve been banging?”

Dylan sets the panties on the bed and strolls over to the pizza, grabbing a slice. His stance is cool, and he acts unfazed by my findings. “Those were on the floor of the apartment. I picked them up and put them in my pocket when my dad was at the door. I thought they were yours, but maybe they belong to Matts' girlfriend. What’s her name… Skylar.” He snaps his fingers when he thinks of her name and then shoves the pizza into his mouth and shrugs his shoulders. “No biggie.” He adds with his mouth full.

Who just sticks dirty underwear in their pocket?

“Neither Skylar nor I wear size small, and now that I think about it Mandy is tiny Dylan. Are you sleeping with her?” My voice cracks when I ask him if he’s been cheating on me. I can no longer hold back the tears and, like a broken dam, they flow from my eyes.

His calm nature blows out the window and he stomps towards me, throwing his slice of pizza in the trash. He gets right in my face, so close I can smell the bell peppers on his breath. “You dumb b***h, if you want to accuse me of something, then do it! DO IT!” he screams.

Fear consumes my emotions and I try to push him away but he grabs me up by my elbows and launches me onto the bed. He stands in front of me and stares down at me. The look in his eyes makes me scared for my life. His breaths are rabid like a deranged animal.

“You’re cheating on me.” I cry out, my vision is blurry from my tears. It hurts so bad knowing that I’ve been betrayed. I thought he loved me. I thought he was my future. “I thought you loved me.” I yank the ring off my finger and throw it at him. “f**k you Dylan, I’m leaving.” I crawl towards the door and try to stand off the bed, but I’m smacked back when he backhands me in the face.

“You’re not going anywhere. We’re going to talk about this assumption.” He says and wraps his hands around my arms and pushes me back down onto the bed. He uses his weight to trap me beneath him. A warm sensation flows down my cheek from where he smacked me. This bastard hit me. I manage to fight him off me and I make it to the door, but he’s faster than me. He twirls me around and presses me to the door with his hands on my throat, choking me.

My fight or flight kicks in and I do everything my brother taught me. I fold my fingers together above one of his arms and yank as hard as I can, breaking the hold he has on my neck. I elbow him in the face and then kick him in the balls. He drops to the floor and screams out my name. I quickly grab my wallet from the table and dash out the door. I don’t have a car or anything, so I run down the street to the closest place I know. Donnie’s club.