~Klaus~
Fucking wildfire.
I bit my lower lip, spotting Rylee in that body-hugging silver dress.
She’d probably point a gun at my head if she knew what I had been doing for the past two days. She hated being stalked, being watched. It’s ironic since it’s what she does for a living.
She blended in with the crowd, swaying her hips in Dillon Francis, DJ Snake’s Get Low booming on the speaker.
I stifled a groan as she raised her hands; her skirt rose, revealing those legs for days that had been looped around my waist in my fantasies.
Goddamn.
My jeans grew tighter as I watched Rylee rocked that body, pushing a few guys who tried to grope her. I restrained myself from going down there and drove them away with my fist.
It was hard to be patient. This is why I never liked waiting.
McKay came in, and Rylee put her plan into play. I had to keep my distance, knowing that she would feel someone tailing her.
I didn’t step in until she triggered the alarm in McKay’s private room. She put up a fight, and her stealth movements still fascinated me.
“What the fuck is this!?” McKay hissed angrily, eyes ricocheting on Rylee and me.
I still had Rylee pinned on the wall. Her sweet scent and soft body made me forget why I was even here. She was glaring at me, killing me a hundred times over inside that pretty little head for ruining her plans.
I smirked, letting her go, and faced McKay. “I hadn’t seen you arrive, Cal. I thought I could use this room,” I said meaningfully, silently laughing at Rylee’s annoyed look.
So fucking adorable.
McKay gave Rylee a once-over.
“Where did you find her?” He eyed her as though she was a slice of meat he wanted a taste of.
“She’s mine,” I said through gritted teeth. “Indefinitely.”
He licked his lips. “You’re fucking lucky, Klaus. That body is a dime.” My fist was itching to wipe his face permanently off this earth. “Room five. No one is using it. You know the code.”
I nodded, my entire body humming with anger. If I didn’t need to talk to Rylee, I would’ve ended this dickhead personally.
“Thanks, man.” I tossed an arm over Rylee’s shoulder, who moved quietly as I led us to the room McKay mentioned.
Inside, Rylee pushed me away, burned by my touch. I turned the lights on. My anger subsides at Rylee’s riled up expression. That pursed pouty lip, creased brows and death glare looked hot on her. She was ready to claw my eyes out if I continued to misbehave. And that is a fucking turn on.
Damn. I think there is something wrong with me.
“The fuck are you doing here?” She spat, crossing her arms in her middle.
“I’m here to offer you a job.” I walked behind the mini-bar, keeping my cool, pouring us both a glass of Jameson.
“I have a job.” Her heels tapped against the floor, flopping down on the barstool, accepting the glass I offered. “Oh, you already know that, right?” She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “How are you on a first-name basis with my target?”
Sipping my whiskey, I leaned on the counter, considering her in proper lighting. That silver dress fitted her like a glove, her cinnamon hair tied in a high ponytail, a few strands stuck to her neck, still sweaty from her busy night.
Unlike other girls, Rylee doesn’t shy away when I stare at her, never batting her eyelashes to get my attention.
I watched her process everything as the alcohol spiraled down her throat. “Oh my god,” she groaned, “please tell me you are not our client.”
Shaking my head, I refilled her glass. “Nope.”
“Then?”
“You are staring at Calisto McKay’s new security specialist.” I stifled a laugh as her face scrunched in annoyance. “And I have access to his mansion in Henderson. Since someone disturbed his happy hour here, he’s probably on his way there...” I peered at my watch, “right now.”
Despite what she does for a living, Rylee has a soft spot for people who couldn’t protect themselves; hence, she’ll want to save the brunette... whatever it takes.
She chewed her ruby-painted lips. My grip on the glass tightened enough to crush it. I’ve been fantasizing about biting those lips.
“I already have a job, and I can’t work for the mafia and Black Hand at the same time,” she pouted, shoulder slouching.
I reached across the counter, hooking a finger beneath her chin. “I’ll give you the access. Have dinner with me, hear my proposal.”
Our faces were so close I could see the flecks of gold in her hazel eyes. There was something different about her, like there was sorrow beneath her usual tough and feisty personality.
For a fleeting moment, I thought about removing the space between our lips. I dreamed about kissing her until she forgets how to breathe. Trouble is, she was immune to my charms. I tried seducing her. Hell, I even tried to kiss her one drunken night, but she pushed my face away, seemingly repulsed by my smolder.
I couldn’t believe it, and it only made me want her even more.
She cleared her throat, pulling away from my touch with a blush on her cheek.
Well, that is new. It’s the first time I’ve seen her blush. Fucking cute. “Fine. I will listen, but I can’t promise a positive outcome for you.”
I smirked. Like hell, I would accept a no from her.
Straightening my spine, I pulled out my phone and sent her the code at McKay’s Henderson mansion. “Of course. The CCTV cameras will go offline from 11:55 to 12:10. A reboot will take place.”
Rylee scoffed, already on her way out. “What could possibly be so important that the almighty Klausian Martinelli went through all these troubles to have dinner with me?”
I smirked, enjoying the view of her sexy backside sashaying out of the room. “You have no idea, my sweet Rose.”
~~
Rylee’s handy work was all over the news the next day. A multi-millionaire dying from asphyxia by a pantyhose tied on a bedpost hit the internet like a plague. Some speculated that McKay had a sexual masochism disorder with asphyxiophilia, connecting all the deaths of his previous lover to this assumption.
“This was… sly,” I commented, setting my phone down as I stared at my beautiful dinner companion. Tonight, she chose a black short-sleeved dress, matched it with a silver necklace where the pendant dangles between her cleavage. It was fucking distracting.
She shrugged. “It’s what he did to those girls.”
“Justice is served.”
“I’ll pay for my sins in due time.”
“We are all sinners.” I raised my glass for a toast. “But that is still brutal.”
She giggled, and there was that faint blush on her cheeks again as she tucked her hair behind her ears.
I bit the insides of my cheeks. ‘Could it be possible that she’s finally affected by my presence?’
I booked us a table at Casa Di Amore, knowing she enjoys Italian cuisine. I wasn’t in for the food, somewhat edgy about her reaction to my offer, but watching her devour the plate of Frutti Di Mare turned my appetite on.
Over wine and tiramisu, I laid out my proposal to Rylee. She blinked at me as though I grew another eyeball when I was done.
“Wait,” she said, refilling our wine glasses. We both needed it. “So basically, you want me to be your wife to deceive your father? Markus Martinelli?”
I nodded a yes.
She laughed without humor, leaning back in her seat, shaking her head. “Oh, damn.” Her stare was scrutinizing, searching for hints that I was playing her. I couldn’t blame her. I was that guy who had a lot of tricks under his sleeves, and she was my last trump card.
After setting down her goblet, she asked, “are you sure you can trick him? Your father knows you like the back of his hand, Klaus.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” I huffed, annoyed that she was putting my worries into words. “That’s why it had to be you.”
She hummed. “Why? Because I am immune to your charisma?”
My eyes narrowed at her sassy and condescending response.
I pictured this conversation with a lot of conclusions, prepared to offer her heaven and hell if worse comes to worst. But what she said surprised me beyond belief.
“Okay.”
“What?”
“I will do it. Be your pretend wife.”
I wanted to stand on this table and scream, ‘hell fucking yeah.’ But the look in her eyes made me think twice. “Yeah?”
“Yes, but I don’t want your money.”
My heartbeat faltered. Here comes the price I know will be tough to check. “Well, what do you want as a payment?”
“A baby.”
~Rylee~I bit my lip, fighting back a giggle at Klaus’ comical look. Expressive viridescent eyes blinked once, twice, as though he caught something in them. Capturing this on camera would have been epic. Maybe I could request a CCTV copy from the restaurant.“Come again?” He reached for his glass of wine, sipping more than a mouthful.I did the same, repeating my last statement. “A baby.”He swallowed hard. The gears on his mind shift as he digests what I said. “A baby…” he parroted, sampling the words. “Like one of those little… thing…” he searched for words. “… that cries and whines and forces people to become celibate?”That did it for me. I laughed wholeheartedly, gaining a few eyes from the couples dining close to our table.Our table stood out for its intimate arrangement in the middle of the busy restaurant with that classic vibe. Klaus booked a booth that had a good view of tonight’s jazz performer. The dim light deliberately made the food and my companion appear tempting. Apa
~Rylee~Spending the rest of my night with Klaus was the last thing I wanted to do. I planned to rest, watch some chick flick movie on NetFlix, call Sloan in the morning and be on my way to another job a little later in the day.I knew I was in a limbo of denial, but working kept my mind busy, keeping me sane, keeping me from dwelling on questions such as ‘why is love never enough to make people stay?’ ‘Why did Kara and Mason betray me the way they did when all I did was love them both?’Finding a needle in a haystack is easier than figuring out people’s intent, just like this six-foot Italian lounging in my suite. He occupied the chaise attached to the sectional where I sat. I left the balcony door open, allowing the warm Nevada air inside.His legs were widespread, a forefinger pressed against his lips. He had his body angled so he could stare into my eyes. He shifted, setting an ankle over his knee, and reached for the goblet filled with pinot noir, taking a sip.I changed into mu
~Klaus~ “You want me to what?” Rylee asked, her brows meeting in the middle. I chewed on my lower lip, enjoying the exasperation on her face. It was past midnight. Complimenting the Pinot noir on the coffee table was an old school cheese Pop Up Pizza. The bottle and box were almost empty, keeping us company while I put Rylee up to date on all the events in New York. I lay on the couch while Rylee sat crossed legs on the carpet. She pulled up her red hair into a messy bun. Her suite’s soft, warm light made her sun-kissed skin glow. I’ve never been with a woman who couldn’t care less without makeup around me. Just Rylee. And mind you, she didn’t even bother to change clothes or cover-up. From where I was, I had a good view of her nipples, and her satin shorts did little to conceal that oasis I longed to dive in between her legs. Since we acknowledged what we both wanted out of this agreement, I had been questioning my choice. Twenty-four hours hadn’t even gone by. The sun was not ye
~Rylee~ The balcony curtains danced with the morning air. I’ve scrutinized the teardrop bulbs of the chandelier dangling from the ceiling since Klaus left. I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep. My forehead and nape still buzz with electricity from Klaus’ touch. Last night was something else. Not just the deal we had, but Klaus was different. He was still his annoying self, but I felt this tug in my chest when he kissed me. A small part of me hoped that it wasn’t my forehead he kissed, but my lips. ‘God. I’m in so much trouble. Why had I agreed to be his wife again?’ My phone beeped, interrupting my obsession over that little lingering peck. Rain: You still in Sin City? Rylee: Yeah. You here? Rain: Nope. I’m in L.A. Meet me at The Smashed Pig. I giggled as I typed. Rylee: You are so dead. Can’t wait to see you! Rain: I know. Wear a sexy skirt and go commando. I’d like to grope your pussy under the table and make you come. I rolled over the bed, falling into a hysteria of laughter
~Klaus~ I asked Belinda, my housekeeper, to change the beddings, curtains, and cover of every piece of furniture in my penthouse. I even told her to tidy up even if I knew she cleaned every corner of my place every other day. I was never one to make a fuss when I had visitors or friends coming over. But this is Rylee we are talking about. I felt the need to put my best foot forward. Why? I don’t really know. Ghost was supposed to pick her up at the airport. At the last minute, I told Ghost I’d do it. “Get one of those pick-up signs,” he said, chuckling, tossing over the keys to my 918 Spyder. I groaned. Since Las Vegas, he’d been giving side comments about how I was acting like a schoolboy excited to see his crush the next school day. “Shut the fuck up, Ghost!” I slammed the door so hard, I cringed as my favorite car rattled. “Fuck.” Due to my annoyance, I was way too fucking early in JFK. While waiting for Rylee’s plane to land, my eyes drifted to guys holding flowers, chocolat
How do you find the story so far? I hope you're enjoying it. Mrs. M is the third book in Love For The Wicked Series.1|Devin2|Evan3|Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife. My other completed books. ~Dangerous Desire Series~1|Falling For My Husband2|A Game With No Rules Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance All of my books are stand-alone. But following the series order would be the best way to read Love For The Wicked and Dangerous Desire. A little note, there are details I had to change while writing Mrs. M from Devin and Evan to fit in for the plot. Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.xx5.30.22 And... here we go.
~Klaus~ “I thought you’re on vacation indefinitely, boss,” Kai was first to greet me as I stepped inside the game room at The Dugout basement, a nightclub I own in the heart of Manhattan. Over the years, I’ve grown a liking for building up new businesses or buying ones almost close to bankruptcy, challenging myself on how to make them flourish. I never thought I’d find great use of what once was just a pastime today, just like I never thought I’d be on the brink of losing the mafia. “Who says I’m not?” I smirked, returning Kai’s pat on the back. We mainly use the game room or man cave, as Rylee called it, as a place where we lounge, like a group of friends just having fun. Inside was a sectional with a chase facing two single sofas and a glass coffee table in between. Lining the walls were all kinds of gaming necessities, from wide screens and random gaming posters to arcade machines. Alongside the entry was a bar where Ro and Ash were fixing our drinks. “I heard Rylee finally bum
~Klaus~Rylee: Be back tonight, gonna work with Rain on a sweep.My brows furrowed. Rain? I haven’t met any of Rylee’s friends or coworkers, and I already hate this guy.Klaus: I thought Black Hand agents work alone?The three little dots danced for a second before they stopped. Waiting for them to come out again, I gnawed on my lip, already tasting blood.Rylee: We talked about this, Klaus.That doesn’t answer my question, and that doesn’t lessen this annoyance poaching in my chest. We agreed that she could still take up jobs for Black Hand, but her work didn’t bother me at all. I wanted to know if Rain was a man or woman but didn’t want to come off as a jealous prick because I’m not.I’m not jealous, am I?But Rain sounds like a man’s name.I grumbled in annoyance, gaining eyes from Ghost. He sat on the other side of the oakwood table, looking into the Martinelli Holdings server while talking with Ash over the phone, who tapped into the company server physically.“What!?” I grunted,