Desired By The Mafia Boss

Chapter7

Her breath, light and fluttery, brushes against his cheek, causing a shiver to run down his spine. "What a cruel thing to say," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth as his fingers tighten around a taut n****e, pushing the boundaries of pleasure and pain. He finds himself wondering if another man has ever dared to touch her in such an intimate way before.

Could he possibly be the first? The thought sends a thrill of excitement coursing through him.

"Is it cruelty, or is it truth?" he questions, his voice low and husky.

"Both can appear alike at times," she responds, her voice barely audible, yet laden with meaning.

A hearty chuckle escapes his lips, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "I know who you are, Jessamae. You like to be in control, don't you? The thought of losing control, it makes you feel....." He leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers each word deliberately and forcefully. "Wild. Free. Mad. Addicted. Let me see, how would a shrink say it? You Fit The Profile.. ."

The sudden sound of the doorknob turning breaks the intimate bubble they've been in, and they hastily pull away from each other as the door swings open. Jasper, with his boyishly cheeky face, steps into the room.

He comes to an abrupt halt, his gaze darting between the two of them as he takes in the scene. Jessamae seizes the opportunity to slip away from him. Jasper. It figures. He notices that Jasper has arrived empty-handed. "Where's the third one?" he asks, his voice laced with irritation.

Jasper shrugs nonchalantly and points to Jessamae, his mouth hanging open as he takes in her appearance. "He got away. And who the hell are you?"

"Jesus motherfucking Christ," he mutters under his breath.

The VP of the Jade sucks in a sharp breath, an eyebrow arching as he leans in closer, invading his personal space. "You are smokin'! Hey, you like sushi?"

He glances at the clock. It's three o'clock in the morning! He needs to get some sleep. He stifles a yawn behind his hand.

They'd relocated to one of the private rooms downstairs, usually reserved for wine tastings, so Hanzo had informed her.

Jasper drapes a suggestive arm over his shoulder, his gaze trailing down to her exposed thighs. He realizes with a start that the shirt she's wearing is almost completely transparent. Damn.

She crosses her legs, perched precariously on the edge of the barstool, in a futile attempt to hide her embarrassment. And at that moment, she's grateful that her skin does not betray her by blushing.

She turns to face him as he settles beside her, his gaze filled with blatant curiosity. The Japanese man, with his spiky black hair and cheeky grin, stands half a head shorter than Hanzo.

Typical philanderer. She has no doubt that he has a busload of issues. It seems he is just like his so-called boss. She doesn't have time for this!

"Are you guys done yet?" She asks, her voice heavy with exhaustion from the evening's activities. "Your friend confirmed my identity. It's late and I'm tired."

Hanzo immediately shoots Jasper an equally irritated scowl. "Don't you think you're in enough trouble? Sit down and shut up."

"My," Jasper replies, a hand pressed to his chest in mock offense. He hangs his head, pretending to be affronted. "You're beastly this evening."

She wonders what has transpired between the two to cause such a reaction. No doubt something that is none of her business. She refocuses her attention on the matter at hand.

"Alright. I'll play dice. Without the commentary," she states, her tone firm.

She points to Jasper and the man shrugs in response. "What? What did I say?"

"What is your plan?" Hanzo inquires, disregarding Jessamae's request and the antics of Jasper.

Having overheard the conversation, Jessamae ponders the possibilities, her mind racing with potential courses of action. "I would like to secure a place to stay, either at a hotel or with Emerald. However, she seems to be unresponsive to my attempts to reach her, and she has made it abundantly clear in the past that unexpected visits are not welcome. Additionally, I find myself without any form of identification or a bank card to facilitate the booking of a hotel room. I apologize for the imposition, but would you be able to assist me once again?"

Hanzo takes a contemplative drag from his cigarette, his gaze fixed upon the swirling smoke. "The decision is yours," he eventually responds. "I can provide you with the necessary funds to stay at a hotel. However, we must consider the current circumstances. It is evident that someone is actively attempting to end your life, and there is a distinct possibility that they may return imminently, perhaps even within the next day or two. Do you comprehend the gravity of the situation? This may be an opportune moment to take an extended hiatus."

Jasper, always eager to contribute his thoughts, interjects. "Who do you suppose could be behind this? Could it be a disgruntled client, perhaps?"

Jessamae shakes her head, dismissing the notion. "I highly doubt it. My clients lack the means to hire assassins. Most of them are struggling to make ends meet, with many barely able to afford basic necessities. Furthermore, I receive government support for my work at the family center. It is unlikely that anyone associated with that establishment would harbor ill intentions towards me."

Jasper offers an alternative theory, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Could it be an old flame? Someone who couldn't handle your irresistible charm?"

A blush creeps onto Jessamae's cheeks as she tries to push aside the memory of Hanzo's seductive words. She wonders if he derives pleasure from toying with women's emotions or if his attraction to her is genuine.

Her face growing even redder, Jessamae confesses the truth. "It has been quite some time since I last went on a date. Tonight... was the first in years. And as for lovers..." She shakes her head, a mix of embarrassment and longing evident in her voice. "That is not something I have."

Hanzo's gaze intensifies, causing Jessamae to avert her eyes, her stomach fluttering with nervousness. "I work. A lot. And not by choice. Emerald always beats me to it," she explains, her frustration palpable.

Continuing her train of thought, Jessamae enumerates the common motives for murder, attempting to make sense of the situation. "The primary reasons include financial gain, jealousy, revenge, fear, and anger. However, I possess no significant wealth, have not made any recent enemies, and do not go out of my way to provoke anyone-"

Jasper leans in closer, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Jealousy? Now that, I can understand..."

Jessamae shifts uncomfortably in her seat, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and vulnerability. "I cannot fathom why anyone would harbor a desire to end my life. It is truly perplexing. Is it possible that they have mistaken my identity?" she ponders aloud, hoping for some semblance of clarity amidst the bewildering circumstances.