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Chapter Three
HE SHOULD BE MINE
EGYPT
To see that bitch pawing and slobbering all over Giovanni had my blood boiling. But he isn’t my man.He isn’t hers either.I remind myself so that I can feel an inkling of calmness. It doesn’t work, but at least I hold my facial expression together.
When Giovanni looks in my direction, I forget where I am for a second and stare into his dark eyes. I can’t read the expression on his face, but I turn away before he can see the emotions in mine.
I go back to my desk and pretend I am getting a pen when Carly comes flouncing by with a smirk on her face.
Carly flutters her fingers in my direction, “Bye,secretary.” She chuckles as she passes.
In order to keep my cool and my job, I ignore her. But one day, she’s going to catch me at the wrong time, and nobody will be able to stop me from putting a hole in her narrow ass.
I take a deep breath and go back to Giovanni’s office. I have notes for him on his upcoming meeting, and the information is important, so it can’t wait. Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t so efficient at my job.
“Giovanni, I have a few notes for your McCloud meeting,” I say in a professional tone.
Although I lost my façade for a second, I managed to get it back. I have to keep reminding myself that if Giovanni likes a woman like Carly Lambert, then he most certainly doesn’t deserve a woman like me.
“You know, that wasn’t what it looked like.” Giovanni’s raspy voice has me looking up into his dark stare.
“None of my business.” I shake my head, “McCloud is shopping his software around. He lied when he said that he would give G.C.D. the exclusive.” I say, getting back to the reason I came in here.
Giovanni has never explained anything to me, especially his situationship with Carly. I don’t know why he would start now. Something is definitely up with him.
“I knew that motherfucker was up to something. Get Mario on the phone.” I nod my head and leave without another word. If he wants me to call his cousin, then this isn’t just about G.C.D. business. This isDeLucabusiness.
“Ciao, Bella,” Mario answers in a thick Italian accent that makes me swoon. Mario is Giovanni’s right-hand man, so we talk a lot, especially since I’m considered his left hand.
“Hi, Mario.” I try to keep the giggle out of my voice, but it’s a lost cause. Mario is the biggest flirt I know, and he’s as gorgeous as his cousin. “He needs you to make an appearance.”
“On my way. Grazie.” Mario makes a kissing sound before he disconnects.
I shake my head as I hang the phone up. If nobody else can make me feel better, Mario can.
My phone buzzes, and I roll my eyes because it looks like Giovanni is on a rampage today.
“Yes,sir?” I hear him mumble a curse word in Italian, and I inwardly sigh.Even when he’s pissed, he’s sexy.
“Get in here.” He growls, and this time my sigh is loud. I really hate when he’s in this type of mood. Usually, after goodtime girl Carly leaves, he’s in a less grumpy mood.Guess she wasn’t such a good time today.
“You bellowed,” I smirk when Giovanni scowls in my direction. I really should be afraid of this man, especially since I’m aware of exactly who he is and what he can do. But I’m not.
“Shut the door, smart-ass.” I close the door behind me without saying anything else. He points to the chair in front of his desk, and I sit down.
I swear I feel like I’m in the principal’s office. Sometimes, he treats me like a wayward teen, and I have no idea why. Not to toot my own horn, but I am fantastic at my job. I think it’s because he feels like I’m so much younger than him, but he’s only six years older. If nothing else, I’ve proven age is just a number, especially when I’m doing my job.
However, I understand that there is a whole world of experience in Giovanni’s thirty years because of everything he does for his family. But I’ve been right there with him. I’ve learned so much about business, life, and of course, the Mafia.
But he doesn’t seem to want to recognize my growth or that I’m a grown woman. And even though I was naïve when I started working here, I guarantee the blinders were off as soon as I found him in his office covered in blood.
“It’s time for another mansion party. But I want to change it up. We’re gonna have it at the Garden House.” My brow furrows on its own when I hear the new location.
The Garden House is Giovanni’s pride and joy. He took an old, dilapidated plantation and restored it to a glory it had never seen before. An although all of the updates have been completed for over six months, he doesn’t live there. Not many people know about the house.
I never even considered he was repairing it to have another location for the exclusive and illegal gambling games.
