How To Tame A Mafioso (PLAYBOOK #5)

CHAPTER 9: Invisible string theory?

IVAN

Today is bad day.

Felix is back from his trip in Stockholm but Vladimir won’t let him attend school unless he has a Hidalgo fiancée like he promised he would by now.

My solution to the problem was housing the Hidalgos sisters to encourage a truce but it was shot the moment they came as Bianca de Faría Hidalgo arrived covered in bruises.

The last time she looked like this, someone ended up dead. This time it is not that easy because her sister, Maria-Gloria is the reason.

It’s official the moment Bianca reveals the truth because I pick a side in this match up and Felix clearly needed to do the same.

I am not surprised he comes to see me first after his trip but I do not waste time in giving him an ultimatum since I know he will make the choice once he sees Bianca’s bruises.

And I am right but damnit these hell raisers don’t make it easy which is why I leave them in Bianca’s room as I go back to my office

Today is bad day because I found the confirmation that Rosanna was indeed pregnant when she killed my father. There is no divorce in a contract marriage so his death was her only escape but that doesn’t make me feel better.

On bad days like this, my mind goes back to the night I swiped my virginity at 16 because to say it wasn’t a slice heaven that helped me forward would be my biggest lie yet.

—and I don’t lie.

I walked into a random bar because I saw a motorcycle parked outside and my track record with bikers told me they knew the places that had the loosest laws.

Even though I had a fake ID for the mission and the drinking age was 18+ in that country, I wasn’t looking for trouble and just wanted a drink. My aim was leaving incoherent and Katana level drunk because I wasn’t used to missions back then and digesting them was still hard to do despite my high rank in training.

It was also a really bad mission which is why Katana was on a bender that required Kudo’s undivided attention.

Nonetheless my hunch was right and I was able to get a seat by the bar and get a beer without a hassle.

It’s funny how your senses peek when you enter an unfamiliar environment because I could smell her before I saw her.

When I returned from the bathroom to find someone on the wooden stool next to mine, the scent of the ocean and sunlight blended into one and filled my surrounding air. Not that someone smelling like that made sense but I was 16 and she truly did.

“Do you come here often?” I resumed my seat and internally winced due to my cringe line.

Not to sound cocky but I didn’t know pick-up lines because girls usually approached me first at Kook Academy. Dating was forbidden of course but we found ways around the fun stuff.

“Wow,” I was surprised she even responded. “Does that actually work?”

I did a quick glance and saw her outline. Long and narrow legs covered in black skinny jeans, tucked into cherry red combat boots.

This was interesting because I had the same outfit on except hers were Dr Martens and mine were black combat boots and Kudo’s. He figured a way to remove trackers from his stuff so I frequently shopped in his closet.

“It never works but it was worth a shot.” I turned my body to the stranger that now earned my full attention because her scent was intensifying.

Still not seeing her face, I found a fitted leather jacket and long wavy hair covering her side profile but I didn’t care.

I loved her smell and the way she tried to hide her accent because I did the same thing when I spoke. Speaking broken English or using an accent meant attention and that was not ideal when you were alone in a foreign country especially on a mission.

“Do you want to get out of here?” The mystery woman didn’t waste time, “I don’t expect it to actually work but it’s worth a shot.”

All my hormones shot straight to my lower body and my jeans started tightening around the pelvic area because damnit! Both her accent and proposal sounded great to my ears.

But was it supposed to be this easy?

Was she a lady of the night? Another glance proved she wasn’t because it didn’t look like there was an ounce of makeup on her nor was she wearing any provocative clothing.

“How old are you?” I forgot about my beer because the red light filling the room was doing its job of adding an ominous and yearning vibe.

Finally, this stranger looked at me and I took my time because I didn’t want to miss a single thing. Full lips, mole on her chin, slim face and puffy long hair on a youthful gaze.

She was beautiful—thankfully—and definitely foreign too.

The stranger also looked my age if not younger so what I wanted to know was how the hell was she being served at a dive bar with red neon lights, a broken speaker and a pool table where the dancefloor was supposed to be.

Everyone inside was wearing leather, had a facial hair, rattails and looked like they ate girls like her for breakfast. How did I even find her unoccupied?

“Do you care?” She stood from her seat to show her intimidating height.

Did I care about her age?

“Not really.” I stood too and yes, I was still taller. “Lead the way,” and she did once I paid for our unfinished drinks.

It was a rookie move following a stranger I met in a bar but it was a long night and a really bad mission. Even if it was a trap, at least the tip of my nose had the linger of the ocean & sunlight blended into one but here is the thing.

It wasn’t a trap, not even close.

After a silent walk down some smoke filled alley, we ended up in some backroom that looked like a hole in the wall.

It was then that she lit a candle and put it on a small table for light. This proved the shabby room belonged to my companion because there was backpack in the corner with a toothbrush sticking out and the double bed wasn’t made yet which showed it was where she slept.

“Relax, this is not the part where I kill you.” She didn’t hide her accent this time as she untied her boots which made me smirk (my version of a smile).

“Then I won’t kill you.” I removed the jacket that had my pocket knife, I was more dangerous without it anyway.

“Mmh,” it was a small sound. “I am Adonis by the way. I noticed you didn’t ask.”

She peeled off her jacket to reveal a dark satin, string strap, slip on top that showed peeks of her toned stomach. Okay, maybe she was a lady of the night because she was sexy.

“Ethan.”

I don’t know why I used a fake name but the allure of the night had taken over me especially now that I realized we were actually going to do it. I liked control but once I lost it, I gave into it fully if the circumstance allowed and it definitely allowed that night.

“Adonis and Ethan,” the girl closed the space between us to wrap her long arms around my neck as my hands found their way to her waist. “How about that?”

Our lips were inches apart and the moment we made eye contact, I knew there was no turning back because my hormones had fully taken over. I felt like a lion with prey under its teeth.

I was ready to feast till my hunger was filled and her intoxicating scent was the driving force because ‘Adonis’ was truly better than any bender.

“How about that.” I teased the hem of her top so I can touch the back of skin and she immediately reacted to the contact by kissing me.

Yes, girls made moves first but I had never had a girl kiss me first. I definitely liked how bold she was especially when her bony fingers ran down my torso to push up my t-shirt.

“I leave tomorrow.” She broke our kiss to tell me as I kicked at my heels to push off my boots. “This is strictly for business purposes.”

Translation: I was being used.

I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed our pelvises together to relieve the sensation that I couldn’t ignore anymore.

“No, this is strictly pleasure.” I reconnected our lips and deepened the kiss because she had me wrapped around her little finger.

Translation: I didn’t mind being used by her because she was freeing me for the night and was better than any alcohol.

We fell on the bed after bouncing off the wall and Adonis immediately straddled my lap after I removed her jeans to reveal black boy cut underwear.

“Tattoos?” Her smooth finger grazed the writing on my bicep. “Aren’t you a bit young?”

Adonis dropped her straps to reveal perky breast with harden brown areolas. I had seen t**s before but her symmetrical ones had me in a trance

“Do I feel young?” I pressed her down to my erection and had moan answer me before I kissed the left boob then sucking on the right to encourage more moaning.

“I have one too, inside my lip.” Adonis revealed that “it says opa!” She laughed against my face and it only increased my erection.

“Ivan!” A voice pulls me back to reality to reveal Xander in front of me. “Sorry to interrupt sir but the car is waiting, the real-estate agent thinks they found a place you may like.”

“Oh,” I push my seat back to stand. “That is good I suppose.” It is just in time for my party at the end of the week too.

“Are you okay?” Xander knows better than to ask which is why I cut him a dark look, “I will wait outside” he has thankfully become telepathic.

I was against an assistant but Xander is one of Yaya’s projects. She kept shoving him down my throat during meetings that I eventually gave in and swallowed.

Now, I am able to work efficiently because of how good he does his job. He has even motivated Kudo into getting one but hasn’t committed to anything yet.

Unlike me, Kudo is not forced to the tedious journey of marriage and has the option to stay a bachelor forever.

Lucky bastard.