Page 21 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
“Do you think you could go again?” she challenged.
He pulled out of her, and he was still semi-hard, and she was just joking, however, Enzo proved that he was more than ready to go again, and again.
Even though he had climaxed just moments before, Enzo wasn’t done, as he brought himself hard once again, this time using her body to arouse him, and he came again, spilling his seed inside her.
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Enzo was not a homebody. He was a man that liked to go out. His job demanded it.
However, after getting shot, he had the perfect excuse to stay home, and even though the wound was nearly healed, he was not in a rush to leave the house.
Duties did call, so he had to leave from time to time. Only, he made sure he was home for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The calls that didn’t require his presence, he took from his office. He didn’t hire any other staff, mainly because he loved to have Harper all to himself.
The uniform that covered her body was gone. She was not to wear that horrible thing again. He wanted her naked and at his fingertips so he could fuck her whenever he wanted to.
It had been two weeks, and Halloween was tomorrow. Marcus Villa still hadn’t told him what big plans he had for him, and he was not going to ask.
He was aware that Harper enjoyed Halloween. While he was out, he listened to her on the cameras, as she played music synonymous with Halloween. He loved watching her dance. She hadn’t worn any of her Halloween-themed pajamas, though.
Enzo knew she was doing all of this for him, because of what Isabella did. So, rather than spend the day at home, he decided to take Harper out.
He’d left a dress at the house and intended to take her out to dinner tonight. After dinner, he was taking her to a hotel. He knew she was curious as to why he hadn’t sold the house, and the truth was, it had been in his family for at least four generations, if not five. His great-grandfather had started building it with his own two hands, and each generation, a man had built onto it. His contribution to the house was the fucking pool. There was no longer any water in the pool, and the room was off limits. He was allowing it to go to ruin.
Arriving at his home after a long day in the office, dealing with a couple of cops on his payroll, as they told him the best route to distribute the drugs that had come through on a shipment. He was done with talking to dirty cops and doing this shit. It was part of his job.
His sector had straight access from the harbor and allowed easy distribution of product to where it needed to go. He was not interested in taking drugs, and the shit was always good. Marcus Villa prided himself on his product not killing their customers. There had been a few times over the years where some dirty product had been forged to look like theirs, and it killed.
Enzo hunted down every person involved, removed the product from sale, and killed those responsible for hurting others. The Villa Mafia were not good people, but they had standards. Killing customers was bad for business.
Pushing his work out of his mind, he stepped inside and saw Harper in the black sequined dress he’d gotten for her. He’d also sent a makeup artist and stylist, so she didn’t have to worry about a thing. Her lips were painted the perfect shade of red. She looked stunning.
But then, to him, she looked stunning without her clothes and her hair covered in knots from a night of sleep. He loved the real Harper, the woman that didn’t hide anything from him.
“What’s all this about?” she asked, looking quite nervous.
“It’s time I took you out,” he said.
“You’re going to kill me?” Her eyes had gone wide, and he chuckled.
“No, I have no plans to kill you.” He kissed her cheek. “However, I know what you’ve been doing. You love Halloween, and you’re trying to hide that from me, because you’re so fucking sweet and adorable. So, I’m going to treat you.”
“I didn’t do it for this.”
“I know.” That was what made her so damn special. Harper did things without expecting anything in return. She just wanted to make him happy, and no woman had ever done that for him.
He took her hand in his.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so. Where are we going?”
“I was going to take you to someplace fancy,” he said.
“Don’t I stick out like a sore thumb? I’m sure people are going to take one look at me and know I’m a cleaner.”
He shook his head. “Let them look. If anyone insults you, come to me.” Although, he was not going to let her out of his sight. She was all his. Every part of her.
He moved toward the car, and this time he had one of his men drive. Sitting in the back, he had a feeling if he wasn’t close to her, she was going to get nervous and possibly even scared, which was not ideal.
