The Mafia Boss and The Cafe Owner

Chapter 2

Luca Moretti did not sleep.

He sat in the leather armchair of his penthouse overlooking the city, glass of aged whiskey untouched in his hand, the faint trace of Ava’s scent still clinging to his shirt like a drug. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her—those stubborn hazel eyes, the way her full lips had parted when he spoke filth to her, the curve of her ass as she moved behind that counter. His c**k had stayed hard for hours after he left Aroma Haven. He’d jerked off twice in the shower, imagining her on her knees, choking on his length while tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until he had the real thing.

By 7 a.m. the next morning, he was back.

The café was busier now. Morning light poured through the windows, illuminating the warm wooden interior and the line of customers waiting for their caffeine fix. Ava moved behind the counter with practiced efficiency—pouring, steaming milk, boxing pastries—her ponytail swinging, a light sheen of sweat on her collarbone from the heat of the ovens. She looked even more beautiful in daylight. Softer. Gentler. But Luca could see the steel beneath: the way she handled a rude customer with calm firmness, the stubborn set of her jaw when someone tried to haggle over a price.

He didn’t wait in line.

Luca walked straight to the front, ignoring the protests behind him. His presence cleared space like a shark entering a school of fish. Black suit tailored to perfection, shirt open at the collar to show a hint of chest tattoos, watch glinting on his wrist. Power radiated off him in waves.

Ava looked up. Recognition flashed in her eyes, followed immediately by irritation. “You again,” she said flatly, wiping her hands on her apron. “Back so soon? The espresso must have been better than I thought.”

“It wasn’t the espresso,” he replied, voice low and rough, leaning one elbow on the counter so he towered over her even more. His gray eyes dragged slowly down her body, lingering on the way her breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her tee. “It was you. That sweet little scent between your thighs that’s been driving me f*****g insane all night.”

Her cheeks flushed pink, but she didn’t step back. Stubborn woman. She crossed her arms, which only pushed her t**s higher, and glared up at him. “This is a place of business, Mr. Moretti. If you’re here to harass me, I’ll call the cops. If you’re here for coffee, order and leave.”

A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. He reached into his jacket, pulled out a thick envelope, and slid it across the counter. “Close the shop. Now. I want you alone.”

Ava stared at the envelope, then back at him, eyes widening slightly at the stack of hundred-dollar bills visible inside. “Are you insane? I’m not closing my café for you or your money. People depend on this place for their morning routine. I depend on it.”

Luca’s expression hardened, the cold mafia boss surfacing. “I don’t ask twice, Ava. Everything in this city belongs to me eventually. Including you.” He leaned closer, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that only she could hear. “I spent all night thinking about bending you over this counter, ripping those leggings down, and burying my c**k so deep in your tight cunt that you forget your own name. I’m going to f**k you until you’re dripping my c*m down your thighs and begging for more like the dirty little slut you’re going to become for me.”

Her breath hitched sharply. He saw the way her n*****s hardened under her shirt, the subtle press of her thighs together. She was affected. Good. But the fire in her eyes only burned hotter. “You have some nerve. I don’t care who you are. Get out of my café before I—”

Before she could finish, Luca’s hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her wrist in a firm but not painful grip. He pulled her closer across the counter, his mouth inches from hers. The scent of her—coffee, vanilla, warm woman—flooded his senses again. His c**k thickened instantly, pressing painfully against his zipper.

“You feel that?” he growled, pressing her palm flat against the hard bulge in his pants. “That’s what you do to me. One f*****g scent and I’m obsessed. I’m going to own every inch of you, Ava. Your mouth, your t**s, that stubborn p***y. I’m going to train you to take my c**k whenever and wherever I want. And you’re going to love it.”

Ava’s lips parted on a shaky exhale, her fingers twitching against his erection despite herself. For a split second, desire flickered in her gaze—raw, unwilling. Then her stubbornness snapped back. She yanked her hand away and slapped the envelope back toward him.

“Touch me again without permission and I’ll make sure you regret it,” she said, voice trembling but strong. “Now order something or leave. Last warning.”

Luca released her slowly, his eyes darkening with dark promise. He wasn’t angry. He was more turned on than he’d been in years. This woman was going to fight him every step of the way, and he was going to enjoy breaking her in.

“Fine,” he said calmly, pulling out his wallet and dropping five hundred-dollar bills on the counter. “Keep the shop open. But tonight, after you close, you’re coming with me. I’ll send a car. Don’t make me come drag you out.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she shot back, but there was a slight waver in her voice now.

He smirked, cold and ruthless. “You will. Because if you don’t, I’ll buy the building this café sits in by noon and shut it down. Then I’ll make sure every supplier in the city knows not to deliver to you. You’re strong, Ava. Hardworking. But you’re not stronger than me.”

Her face paled slightly, but her chin lifted defiantly. “You’re a bully.”

“I’m a man who takes what he wants,” he corrected, voice laced with dark hunger. “And I want you screaming my name while I f**k you senseless tonight. Think about that while you bake your pretty little pastries.”

He turned and walked out without ordering anything, leaving the money on the counter. Behind him, he heard her sharp intake of breath and the muttered curse under her breath.

All day, Luca’s mind was consumed with her. Meetings with his captains, threats to rivals, shipments arriving at the docks—none of it mattered. All he could think about was Ava’s scent, her fire, the way her body would look spread out beneath him, taking every brutal inch of his c**k while he whispered filthy promises in her ear.

At 10:30 p.m., as the last customer left Aroma Haven, a sleek black SUV pulled up outside. Two of Luca’s men waited discreetly. Inside the café, Ava was cleaning up, exhaustion clear in her shoulders but that stubborn spine still straight.

When the bell jingled again, she didn’t even need to look up to know it was him.

Luca stepped inside, locking the door behind him with a decisive click. The café was empty now. Just them. The warm lights, the lingering scent of baked goods and her.

“Time’s up, Ava,” he said, voice rough with barely leashed control. He stalked toward the counter, eyes devouring her. “Strip.”

She froze, rag in hand. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He stopped right in front of her, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing the hard planes of his chest covered in intricate tattoos. “I’ve been patient enough. Now I’m going to f**k you right here on your counter until you understand who you belong to.”

Ava’s heart hammered in her chest. She should scream. She should run. But the dark, dominant heat in his eyes, the raw power rolling off him, and the unwanted throb between her own legs made her hesitate. “You can’t just—”

“I can,” he cut her off, reaching across and grabbing the front of her apron, yanking her forward until her breasts pressed against the counter. His other hand tangled in her ponytail, tilting her head back so she had to look up at him. “You’re mine now, little café girl. And I’m going to prove it by filling that tight cunt with my c*m until it leaks out of you for days.”

His mouth crashed down on hers in a bruising, possessive kiss—tongue invading, claiming, dominating. Ava gasped against his lips, hands coming up to push at his chest, but her resistance melted as his free hand slid down to squeeze her ass hard, pulling her hips against the counter so she could feel how massively hard he was.

When he finally pulled back, both of them breathing heavily, he growled against her mouth:

“Last chance to say no, Ava. But we both know you’re already wet for me. Now be a good girl and take your clothes off before I rip them off myself.”

Her hands trembled as they moved to the ties of her apron, stubborn fire still burning in her eyes even as desire won.

Luca’s smile was pure predatory satisfaction.

This was only the beginning.