Mine

{ chapter 18 }

Giovanni's POV:

As I walk down the hallway to the elevator wiping my lips, I can't help but smirk at the moment we just shared.

For the entire elevator ride, I relived the entire moment we had.

Her golden soft skin under mine, and that short skirt only triggered my urge to rip it off. And she didn't back away, she didn't push away, she wanted it and I know it. Not as much as I wanted it, craved it.

The pleasure I was gaining every second sent fucking butterflies, and for once I enjoyed it.

As the elevator doors slowly slide open, standing right on the frame is Gabriel.

As a glare forms on my face, a smirk paints on his. I just roll my eyes and step out to face him.

"What the hell are you doing here? What do you want now?" I grit through my teeth.

"A deal." He says.

"What kind of deal?" I ask.

"Let's talk in you office." He says.

"Fine." I grit and direct him to my office.

I sit in my chair as he leans against my desk.

"So the deal?" I request, folding my arms.

"There's a little feud in our homeland of Italy, another Mafia has taken over a town. I propose, we combine mafias and fight them. I'm aware of our difficulties, and of how fucking stubborn you are, but we can join forces and taken them down. Faster and stronger. What do you say?" He explains, a smirk growing.

"Absolutely the fuck not. I don't work with snakes." I say, crossing a leg over the other.

"Come on Kingston. This is Italy we are talking..." he starts.

"Uniamo le forze." He says.
(Translation: let's join forces.)

"Fine. If your mafia so much as fucks with one of mine, consider yourself and your mafia gone." I warn.

"Is that a threat?" He asks folding his arms, smirking.

"A promise." I glare at him.

"Ok. Whatever you say Kingston." He says and leaves.

'Asshole' I mutter under my breath.

I start on my work once again, but the thoughts of in her office keep me unfocused. All I could think about was her lips, her hands, and what I would do to her if I got the chance to.

The only thing holding me back from going back to her office to finish business was this damn deal.

That can wait. I just need to see her again. 15 minutes away and I already became addicted to her touch, and attached to her. I longed for her touch, her hands on me, her tongue in my mouth, and I wanted mine in hers.

I rush back to the elevator, pressing the button rapidly and impatiently.

As the doors slide open, it reveals Araya in the back, folded arms. As she sees me, a smirk grows on her face.

I step in, scanning her up and down, allowing the doors to close.

"I was just coming to see you." I say stepping closer.