Chapter 45: New Faces, New Stories

"Do you have to go?" asks the sleepy voice of the man who holds my heart, he whines when he watches me get ready for the day.

I smile at him for being a baby, we were in our house this morning, and we came back a day before, from the island, it was a much-needed vacation but it was time to get back to work.

"I promise I will be back before you know it," I kiss his head but he pulls me to him and kisses the daylight out of me, I was lightheaded by the time he let me go, and he smirks proudly at the aftermath of his actions, the effects he has on me were incredible.

"I will be waiting," he says in a husky voice staring at me with eyes full of heavy desire.

I shake my head at him before exiting the room, I grab my car keys and walk to the garage, my favorite car the black BMW was parked beautifully in its spot.

I turn the engine on and feel the amazing vibration in my bones, without further ado, I drive my way to the office, the drive was short but not too short, it was a twenty minutes drive.

"Good morning, miss black, " the valet greets me as he takes my keys to park the car, he was the valet/guard in our parking lot, and he is a sweet man in his forties, he always tells me how he wants his daughter to be more like me, more independent and hardworking.

Not to brag but his words always bring me joy, a father figure like that is always appreciated.

I make my way into the elevator and press fifteen, my office was not at the penthouse but just below that, I had my own company now, it was a start-up but having something of my own is so much better than working somewhere where I had to be in a constant state of alert. My last company had given me too much trauma to work for anyone else but me.

The Office was decent, it has a desk, a chair, a couch, and a coffee table, it was cozy and lively.

I place my bag on the couch and sit in the chair, the next few hours were spent checking my emails and attending meetings, arranging all of that and handling them was getting all hassle and overbearing.

Seems like it was finally time to listen to my boyfriend and get myself an assistant, I had been pushing the idea of having an assistant because I thought I was capable of handling everything on my buy this was not the case, I finally gave in and asked one of the employees in the HR departments to issue a job opening for my assistant.

I got a better idea by trying to get an intern for the job because no one works harder than an intern if the person does well he or she can become a permanent employee.

"Erika, we got ten candidates lined up for interviews today," Caleb one of my HRs said smiling professionally.

I smiled back at him "Great, send them in one by one," I pull out the resumes and glance at the skills, most of them had tremendous skill sets and much more experience.

"Why do you want to work at this company?" I asked the last candidate while looking at the resume.

"Because this company is run by a woman, " her answer had me still, I looked at her closely

The candidate's name is Issalabe Morws, she is 20 years old, and she has red curly hair, blue eyes, and great skin but most importantly she had a determined look on her face.

"Are you a feminist, miss Morws?" I asked placing the resume back on the table. My sole attention was on her, she intrigued me.

"I'm not a feminist but I want to work under a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it, I have done my research on you and I must admit I love your work experience and knowledge, you were at the top of your university, my professors don't stop praising you for your achievements," her answers have me confused for a minute but then I realized she goes to the same college as me, I was her alumni.

"That's great, so how would you handle the workload here and as well as college? I can see you are still a student," I asked her

"I have had part-time jobs my entire life so I would be just fine, my studies have never interfered with my jobs." I was impressed by her. She knew what she was getting at and was sure of what she wanted.

I liked her attitude she was not a confused college student who does not know how the world works, she would do fine here.

"I will be honest with you, I like you," I said leaning forward "so, when can you start?"

She smiled happily "I can tomorrow," I nod at her.

"You can wait in the lobby, in a few minutes we will begin with your onboarding formalities. " I smiled at her

A few hours later I had a new assistant/ intern working for me lessening my burden

"Oh, who's the hotty?" asked the man I did not want to see.

Peter, is Massimo's right-hand guy.

"Hands off her, I need her, " I said warning him pointing my pen at him.

He raised his hand in the air mocking surrender, I shake my head at him not being able to handle his narcissistic ass.

"But I got to ask, why the sudden urge for labor?" he asked dropping his body on the couch and eating the cookies sitting on the coffee table.

"I had too much on my plate," I said while continuing to work "why are you here? Do you not have work to do? People, to abduct?" he laughs out loud at my questions

"Correction, I do not kidnap people, I kill them, and secondly your dear boyfriend worries about you, and hence asked me to watch you for the rest of the day," he said munching on the peanut butter cookies.

I shake my head at him "Why do you, Italian men want to have so much control, all the damn time," I said while rolling my eyes

He chuckles " Not all Italian men, it's just us, you should have seen our fathers, they were worst than us, " he comments

I snap my head toward him, I have never heard of this before, "Why do you say that?"

He gulps down a coffee I did not see him carrying "My father worked for Massimo's father, he was his right-hand man as well, they were inseparable and hard to deal with, and the only people they listen to were their wives, they were puny in their hands," he chuckles.

This was the first piece of information, I was getting about Massimo's family. He did not talk about them, I wanted to know more.

"How was their relationship with their kids? Can you tell me more about your families ?" I asked hoping he would not be a dick about it and tell me what I want to know.

My knowledge of Massimo's family was nothing but bits and pieces, stories from here and there.

"Tell me about the assistant and I will tell you about Massimo's family, " he smirks jaunty

I narrow my eyes at him for testing my patience, he laughs before continuing "Alright, alright, do not be furious and protective, I do not need your help to find that out, I can do it much better on my own," he dodges the pen I threw his way.

"Fine, Mr. and Mrs. Torricelli we're the 'IT' couple, Mr. Torricelli was born to be a don, and his wife was a trained assassin, she was sent by the family enemy to kill him, " he says so causally, and me, on the other hand, had chocked on my saliva.

"What?" I asked flabbergasted

He laughs at me " Your innocence amazes me, how the hell did you end up involved with the mafia business?" he shakes his head in amazement not looking for the answer.

I blush in embarrassment "Just tell me," I said

"it is pretty common in our community to have trained assassins in our mids waiting for an opportunity to strike, she was one of them I do not know the details but they fell in love before she could do her job, the long story he betrays her family and friends for love, Massimo was born out of marriage, he is the reason they finally got married," he ends his story.

"Is that it?" I asked to hope to hear more about them

"That is all I remembered, my parents were not great storytellers," he finishes standing up, "Now if you will excuse me I have a hot assistant to woe," he smirks at me winking as he walks out the door towards the assistant's cubical

I sighed giving up telling him off about not messing with my assistant, as if my words would work on his thick skin.

My thoughts go back to the story Peter told me about Massimo's parents, what a great story they have, the story about a don and an assassin.

I can't believe my life has turned so cliche, a don boyfriend whose parents are a mafia don and a trained assassin.

I can't wait to hear more about them.