Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 6

Rafael POV

I heard the bedroom door open and my body went on alert. I didn’t want to admit it, but I had been listening for any sound of her back there. Eager, like a schoolboy. I shook my head, disgusted with myself. Even if I weren’t too old for her, she was engaged to my son. I needed to pull my head out of my ass.

All my men turned to watch as she picked her way to an empty seat, her tits bouncing with each step. Long legs and shapely hips, with waves of blond hair that reached down her back, and a face that could make angels weep. Dio, she was hot.

When I looked away, I found Marco smirking at me. Had he read me so easily? When my father died and I became capobastone ten years ago, I appointed my cousin my right-hand. In fact, there was no one I trusted more. We’d grown up together, killed together, and risen through the ’ndrina ranks together.

But that didn’t mean he had the right to smirk at me. “You have something to say to your capo?” I asked him. He didn’t appear chastised in the least. “Are you going to shoot me if I say it?”

“Probably, once we are on the ground.” Marco held up his hands and remained silent. I went back to my phone, to the emails and notes I was reviewing. These were for the legal businesses, the ones I used as a public front for my family’s wealth. My cousin, Toni, handled most of the Ravazzani corporation for me, but I kept involved. After all, I had to provide answers if the Guardia di Finanza paid me a visit.

Earlier, I texted Dimitri to ensure he remained home tonight. I wanted him to meet Valentina as soon as we arrived. The sooner the two of them met, the sooner she would accept the marriage. In the meantime, Dimitri could look after her well being, acclimate her to life in Siderno. Though my son was only eighteen, I needed him settled and married.

The time had come for Dimitri to fulfil his role as my heir, which meant producing heirs of his own. I was an only child, as was my son. Therefore, until I had grandsons, the future of the Ravazzani ’ndrina would remain at risk.

That brought my thoughts back to Valentina , who was staring out the window at the night sky. Was she on the pill? I’d need to inform Dimitri

about her former boyfriend and the possibility she might be carrying another man’s child. Best to wait until she bleeds before the wedding.

Her gaze met mine in the window’s reflection but she did not cower. I liked that about her. Most women feared me, or at least my reputation. Valentina didn’t seem to have that problem. In fact, she showed more spirit than most had dared in the last ten years. Would she show that same spirit in bed?

I had to stop. These thoughts weren’t productive and I could not afford the distraction. Besides, even if she weren’t marrying my son, she was too young. I had a mistress already, one who gave me no hassle whatsoever, and I wasn’t interested in replacing her.

Resolved to ignore Valentina , I returned to my phone. For the rest of the flight, Marco and I talked business, going over all that needed my

I smothered a grin. Whatever she planned, I would be ready. She didn’t stand a chance. Minutes later, we touched down. As I descended the steps to the ground, I made certain Valentina was directly behind me with Marco on her tail. My car was waiting, so I clasped her arm to pull her toward it and felt a sharp pain in my hand. “Cazzo!” I hissed. She’d stabbed me with a pen, the point now embedded in my flesh.

I snarled and ripped the thing out of my skin, tossing it to the ground. That stronzo. Valentina darted off the second she had the chance but she was no match for Marco, who still jogged daily. I hadn’t even finished cleaning up the blood on my hand before she was dragged back to my car. “Help!” she shouted to the crew I employed at the private air strip.

“Help! I’m being kidnapped.” My men snickered. No one in a fifty-mile radius would aid a person complaining of a kidnapping here. They all knew better. I jerked open the rear door of the car. “Get the fuck inside, Valentina .”

I walked around to the other side, fury boiling inside me until I nearly choked on it. She had embarrassed me in front of my men. Drawn my blood and made me look weak. She would pay for this when we arrived home. She fought Marco, but it was in vain. Soon she was pushed inside next to me and the car sped off. “I won’t apologise,” she said, like a petulant child.

For once, I didn’t try to appear civilised. Instead, I let her see the darkness I normally kept hidden. “Good, because I am looking forward to

Punishing you.”