THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

I was in the library, sitting close to the window as I flipped the pages of the book. It has been a month and two weeks since I got shot, and thankfully, my injury has gotten better and is healing really well. The downside was I wasn’t allowed to go out and have tried pleading with Sin, but he was just being hot-headed and freaking stubborn.

Victoria and I have crossed paths a couple of times, and every time, I’m always met with a glare, though she doesn’t say anything. But I can tell that whatever hatred she has for me seems to grow, and at times like this, I wish Samantha were here.

A footstep snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned to see Sin walking over me with a smile on his face.

He was looking impossibly handsome in yet another perfectly cut suit. Well, shirt and pants. He had forgone the jacket. I almost wished for the jacket because the shirt left so much to the imagination about his manly shape.

Broad, thick shoulders; arms bulging with muscles, but not too much. He worked it out; that was obvious.

He was just… perfect.

” Hi.”

” amore.”  He says, Pecking my forehead. “Imagine my surprise when I woke to find you gone from the bed.”

“I woke up early and couldn’t fall asleep, so I thought to read.”

He laughs, taking the book from my hand. “Why don’t you freshen up and dress in casual outing clothes?”

I raised a brow, puzzled. ” Why.?.  Are we expecting a guest for breakfast?”

” No.   You have been pestering me to go out, so I thought we might eat out today,” he said, holding up a travel mug.

“You aren’t pulling my legs, right?” I asked, just to be sure.

He smiled.  “Why would I?”

I got up from my seat, lurching myself onto him while squealing, and Sin laughed, hugging me back.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Thank you, Nikolai.” I say, pecking his cheek. moving back slightly to look him in the eyes. I blinked, trying to ignore the effect of those shiny white teeth and the gorgeous crinkling happening at the corners of his dark, seductive eyes.

“It’s nothing, amore. Besides I’m taking you shopping.”

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“What about this one?” Sin said, handing it to the waiting clerk before I got the chance to answer. He was choosing almost everything I would try on. The shop girls were running back and forth to the dressing rooms.

It was just the first store, and yet I couldn’t help but look more than overwhelmed.

“It’s all so… expensive,” I said, looking helplessly at a tag.

“Don’t look at the prices. It doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t need all this,” I said, biting my lip. “I have more than enough clothes as it is.”

“Yet, none of them were gotten by me.”

“It was your money. If that helps,”

“It’s not the same thing.”

” Fine.”  I muttered, giving in, and we carried on shopping, with Sin picking out everything and me constantly moaning whenever I saw the numbers flash on the register. Sin handed the woman a card and guided me away, distracting me from the astronomical amount he was spending on me. Again.

It was the third store we had been to, and we had shopped in multiple departments.

Sin literally would not stop buying me things. I didn’t even try it all on. Once he had an idea of my size, he took over, holding things up to my face and tilting his head. looking me over and clucking his tongue or nodding his head.

That is, until we got to the lingerie department.

My cheeks grew bright red just thinking about that. He turned away briefly to sign the receipt, and then we were off, heading to god knows where, leaving someone else to collect the bags.

With the number of his men following us, there was always someone to carry the bags. I had yet to lift a finger, other than lifting my arms to try on yet another dress, shirt, sweater, coat, or jacket.

But it was the bags full of lacy, sheer stuff that were the most mortifying of all.

He had picked all of that out for me as well.

To say he was knowledgeable about ladies’ underthings was an understatement. I didn’t want to think about how he had come to all that knowledge. And he was clearly not the least bit embarrassed about picking things out for me, even with the lurking eyes of another female.

“Don’t think about the price, Mani,” he said with a grin as we headed to the shoe section. I already had ankle boots, knee-high boots, sneakers, loafers, and a pair of heels. All new, all outrageously expensive.

“I can’t help it. We have gotten more than enough, don’t you think?”

“You need comfortable shoes and heels as well.” He gave me an assessing look, looking me over from head to toe. “A lot of them”

“I still struggle with them, so getting them won’t be beneficial!”

“You would be my escort to parties and dinners hosted by me, which means you need them.”

A salesperson approached, and he asked him for the shoes in my size, then pointed out a few other pairs and anything else he thought might suit.

I dutifully tried them all on, protesting the entire time. He ignored me completely, though he paid plenty of attention to my legs, having me walk and spin for his approval. There was a look of pure male admiration in his eyes that warmed me to my core.

“Anything else, sir?” The fawning sales girl asked, practically batting her eyelashes at him. “Anything at all?”

I almost rolled my eyes. In fact, I did. It was satisfying to notice that Sin completely ignored her. She was very pretty, truth be told, but I am very certain now that I matter to him, at least more than her, at the moment.

Though he did seem a fair bit more willing recently, if I were being honest with myself. Something had changed between us. He was almost flirting with me.