He came in the second time dressed in a suit jacket and tie, and I’m betting it had to do with being dressed for the guests. The entire staff looked like they’d changed to be presentable—except myself. I had on my Andretti work coat, but when it got hot, I slid it off. This wasn’t a restaurant, so I didn’t have to deal with a uniform. If Mr. Kazakov had a problem with it, I could leave.
Then I would never have seen the hottie with pretty blue eyes and sandy brown hair. God, my pussy ached to know what he had in mind for me. Why couldn’t I get that man out of my head? He wasn’t worth my time no matter how hot he was. I wanted a future that included a husband and a family. We couldn’t raise a family under the roof of a mob boss. You’d never know when your usefulness wore out.
“Well, I better get these out there.” I nodded and cleaned up the kitchen area. I knew without a doubt that they’d love my food. Andretti sent me here for a reason, and I made sure to prove my worth.
I stayed in the kitchen until after dessert and then stuffed all the dishes into the dishwasher, set it, and then headed to my room.
I stayed in my small bedroom off the side entrance of the house for the rest of the night. At one point, I heard footsteps and I wondered if it was my mystery man, but I pretended to be asleep and the person walked away without knocking. A part of me was afraid that I’d easily give in to a man whose name I didn’t know, or that it wasn’t him and I’d be in danger from whoever was lurking outside my door.
The next morning, I woke up at six and went to look for Nina or someone to tell me what time breakfast needed to be served.
When I entered the kitchen, I saw a handsome man and woman kissing. “Oh my, so sorry.”
“No. We’re sorry. You must be the fabulous chef. Dinner was fantastic. I was telling my wife that your food has been the best since we arrived in America.”
“Yes, Alessandro is right. You must have Maxim bring you to Italy next time he comes. You would love it, I’m sure.”
“Thank you. I’d love to travel the world, but I’m only here to assist temporarily.”
“If I were Maxim, I wouldn’t let you escape.” He tugged on his wife.
“Si, amore,” she said, clinging to her husband.
“Would you like some breakfast?” I asked, feeling like a crazy voyeur and needing to do something.
“Please. I woke up hungry. If only we had more of the dessert for breakfast.” She moaned, which caused her husband to give a little grunt.
“There should be more of it.” I opened the fridge and pulled out the cake tray. “Here you go.” Walking around the kitchen, I pulled out the plates and forks.
“You are a godsend.” Her husband cut a slice as if she were incapable of doing it for herself. Mentally I was chastising him when she smiled up and said, “Grazie, amore.” She took a bite and moaned. Seriously, I needed to get out of the kitchen before they started fucking. Damn. Talk about passion.
“We’re sorry. We are still on our honeymoon.”
“No. It’s not my business. I’m just here to cook. Although I doubt Mr. Kazakov would appreciate you two having sex in the kitchen.”
“Well, he’s no fun anyway,” the man teased.
“You are so full of it, Alessandro. So I totally think you would love Italy. You should take time off and come. Who cares what Maxim says.” She rolled her eyes.
Nina walked in while we were talking a bit about Italy. “Oh, there you are, Maria.” She looked at the cake and said, “Mr. Kazakov would like you to bring him his coffee and a slice of cake.”
The beautiful Italian woman teasingly grabbed the tray. “Mine.” She narrowed her gaze at me and pouted. “But I will share if you promise to bake me another before we go.”
“Of course.” I cut a generous slice and put it on a plate, and then Nina handed me the coffee.
“He’s in the room just behind the staircase. Don’t bother knocking.” I got as far as the staircase, but I didn’t know which was the right one.
Taking a chance, I entered the door off the staircase on the right only to find myself face to face with my late-night crush. He opened it with a smile on his face. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Sorry, I’m at the wrong door.” He growled and dragged me into the room. He snatched the tray and set it down on the nearest table.
“I think you’re at the right door for me,” he grunted, slamming my body against the door. His mouth crushed mine in a passionate kiss that made my knees buckle. Luckily, he held me up with his strong body. My hands slid over his bare chest. Why wasn’t he wearing a shirt? Who cared? I ran my hands over his washboard abs. They were smooth, firm, and thoroughly ripped, sweating as well. He must have been working out. His fingers slid into my hair. “Good morning, moya krasota,” he whispered.
Just then, he pulled back and I saw that it wasn’t sweat but blood. His sexy abs were those of a killer. My eyes darted up back at his and then away. “Oh my God,” I said. That was when I saw a man tied to a chair with a pillowcase over his head.
“Shit,” he swore. I pushed him and rushed out of the room, forgetting that I had to take the breakfast to the boss. I’d interrupted my dream man in the middle of I don’t know what. A beating, interrogation? A murder?
Where the hell was it again? I must have gotten turned around because I’d turned down the wrong way and into a hallway. Then I heard a loud thud and a groan, so I rushed down the hall. When I did, I smacked dead into Igor, who held me roughly. He pushed me against the wall and snarled. “I told you to stay where you were told, but now you’re going to have to pay for being a nosy little bitch.”
“I swear I just got lost. I didn’t mean to be in here. I was looking for Mr. Kazakov’s room to bring him his breakfast. I swear I won’t say anything. Hell, I didn’t even see anything.” Tears streamed down my face, and he cupped my pussy through my pants. The door next to the room where the incident had been taking place, and where the man who’d stolen my entire common sense was, opened and he came out, tucking the gun into a holster under his arm. Blood covered his white shirt.
The air changed when he saw us. His eyes roamed over me just as Igor let go of his grip on my body. He raised his gun and I fainted.
Chapter Six
Maxim
“Diego, you’ve been a real sick fucker, haven’t you?” I punched him dead in the face, hoping that I didn’t knock him completely out just yet. I wanted him to know how badly he fucked up.
This wasn’t just his attack on Andretti. No. He had a nasty obsession with my queen. After my men dragged the bastard out of his bed, they pointed out the fucking shrine on his wall of my Maria. Then there was a knife right in the middle of her chest.
I scrolled through his phone and found that he’d sent her some vicious texts.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said while spitting out blood.
“No? You tried to destroy Andretti, kill him in fact.”
“No, I didn’t…”
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” I sliced his face with a small but sharp blade.