FAMILY TIES: A Mafia Love Story (Erotic Mafia Romance) by Angela Jordan Read Free Book Online Page A

in the extra bedroom,” I opened my mouth to protest and he held up his hand and said, “It’s my turn, Bella.”
    “Go ahead, but don’t call me Bella.”
    The corners of his mouth twitched again as he said,
    “Alana, I will need you here with me to ensure that you are a hundred percent safe and sound. I won’t agree to this if you refuse.”
    I didn’t want to stay here…I wanted to say it was because I didn’t want to give up my own place. The truth is I could care less about my crappy little apartment. I was just afraid that I couldn’t trust myself being that close to him day and night.
    “While you’re thinking that one over,” he said, “I have a few more.”
    A few more? I leaned back and folded my arms and listened.
    “You will attend whatever public function I ask you to attend on my arm. You will not speak to anyone of our deal, and you’ll not date other men as long as you’re pretending to be my fiancé. It wouldn’t look proper if someone saw you.”
    “Why do you call yourself Romalatti?” I said. He seemed taken aback at the change of subject but at last he said,
    “It’s my mother’s maiden name. I was hoping without carrying around my father’s name, I wouldn’t be so recognizable.”
    “How’s that working out for you?” I asked him with a grin.
    “Not so well, I’m afraid. So what do you think of my conditions?”
    “I’ll accept them, for now,” I said. “What do you think of mine?”
    He grinned and said, “I’ll accept them, for now.”

CHAPTER EIGHT: SAMMIE
     
                  I was looking at this woman as we discussed the details of our “deal,” thinking that she really had no clue how gorgeous she it. I don’t understand how that happens. She should have a man following her around just to tell her how beautiful she is. Her hair falls to just below her shoulders and in the light it’s the color of honey. She has blue eyes, but they have a dark brown ring around the irises. I’ve never seen anything like it and for some reason I find them incredibly sexy. Her nose is small and pert and her lips are full, the kind of lips that any heterosexual male over the age of sixteen can’t look at and not imagine kissing.
                  “Well, if that’s all for now, I should go home and pack.”
                  “Only pack what’s precious to you. I’ll have my driver take you shopping tomorrow and you can buy whatever else you need.”
                  “I don’t need anything,” she said, stubbornly. “I have things of my own. I’ll just pack them and bring them with me.”
                  “I’m offering to buy you all brand new things,” I said.
                  “And I’m telling you that there’s nothing I need that I can’t buy myself…thank you.”
                  “You’re an obstinate little thing, aren’t you?”
                  “No, I am moving into your…hotel. I would just like to have my own things around me…something familiar.”
                  I nodded. I didn’t mean to push her too hard. It was strange for me because I had watched her for so long. I’m not a stalker, but for what I had in mind...not just anyone would do. I felt like I knew her because of it and I needed to keep reminding myself of the head start I’d gotten.
                  “Let me call Jon and let him know you’ll need him to drive you. There are a couple of men who will be following you. Just ignore them. They know what they’re doing.” She didn’t look like she cared for the idea of someone following her, but that was too bad. Her safety had to come first. Then suddenly her face changed and she said,
                  “Oh! I just remembered something speaking of following people. You already have a tail.”
                  “What do you mean?”
                  “One of the investigative