Chapter 53 ~ My Undoing

Chapter 53 ~ My Undoing
ADRIAN

My meeting with Viktor had been full of fucked-up shit, but we had to prepare regardless. So much information had been shared, and if other Mafioso families got hold of it, I’d be at a disadvantage.

As I sat in the board meeting, listening to Mr. Harry explain our stocks and how we could dominate further, my phone rang.

It was a restricted number, so I knew it was my pet calling. I ignored the call, but she kept calling.

“Mr. Morreti, Sir, is there anything you’d like to ask?” Old Harry asked.

“No, that was a good analysis, Mr. Harry,” I responded as my fingers played with the phone buttons.

“What is it?” I answered, irritation laced in my voice.

I wasn’t actually irritated. I was happy she had called me. But being too glad made me worry.

All eyes turned toward me. I lifted my head from my laptop, and they all quickly diverted their stares in fear.

“I can’t manage to do this anymore,” she cried out.

“Do what? I’m in a meeting, Ella. Can you speak clearly?” I urged her on.

The fact that I found myself smiling at her childishness made me want to kick myself.

This woman was slowly getting under my skin.

“So why did you pick up my call if you’re in a meeting?” she asked, and I sighed.

Clearly, I didn’t know why I paused the meeting to pick up her call either. I was a fucking Capo. This was the kind of shit my men did not me.

Without thinking, I found myself responding, “Because you called. What is it you need?”

I expected her to throw a tantrum and talk about what a son of a bitch I was and how much she hated me. But the words she spoke were the last thing I expected.

“I miss you.”

I was out of words. I just held my breath and said nothing for a moment.

“I’ll be home soon, baby,” I responded, and my cock twitched.

At that moment, the fire burned inside me, and the desire to play with her got stronger than ever.

“Also, I need more help. I want to swim, but the thought of doing chores on my own is killing me,” she complained.

It was in that moment I realized that whatever this woman wanted, I would give it to her even if it meant I had to burn the fucking world to the ground.

So, without thinking too much about it, I responded, “You’ll have them,” and cut the line.

The maids had always been there, just hidden from her because I didn’t want anyone getting in contact with her after her kidnapping.

I looked up at everyone and stood. “Thank you, everyone. Let’s resume in two hours.”

With that, I walked out, and Torren was right behind me as I made my way to the car park.

“It is done, Sir. Lila is now on her way home to Miss Ella.”

“Good. Keep an eye on her.”

My intel had given me information that Lila was the only female friend my little spitfire had, so I invited her over so she could have some time in a normal world. 

I knew she had been lonely, and she couldn’t go home yet. At least not until I had put a bullet inside that old couple’s heads for fucking with me. The only time she would be seeing them would be at their funeral.

I didn’t know what would happen to us, but right now wasn’t the time for me to think about it.

As I settled into the plush leather seat of my Audi, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. 

Something inside me felt different. I was constantly drawn to war thoughts, and the only time I smiled was when thoughts of Ella chipped in.

She was becoming like a drug I just couldn’t shake. I had broken all my rules for her, including my most sacred rule of not kissing.

Hell, I missed her so much that I had to put the meeting on recess right after that call. And when she said she missed me, I felt like I’d explode if I didn’t see her. So here I was. Like a fucking madman, on my way home to my little spitfire.

The reason behind my uncharacteristic behavior was a new and foreign sensation. Toren knew better than to question my spur-of-the-moment decision to go home. 

The engine purred as we navigated the familiar route back to the mansion. With every passing mile, my confusion deepened. 

Why was I suddenly compelled to see Ella, to be close to her during my break?

Being unable to answer any of the questions lately was driving me insane, so I just pulled out a cigarette.

As I arrived home, I asked one of my men posted outside, 

“Where is she?”

“The pool area, sir,” he responded, and I tapped his shoulder.

I approached the pool. The sight of Ella and Lila filled me with warmth. 

She didn’t look as miserable as she usually did, and being able to see her smile like that was one fucking thing I could look forward to.

I leaned down to kiss Ella. She looked shocked for a few seconds before she gave me access. The kiss deepened, and my body started to feel electric. The world seemed to pause, and it was just the two of us, our connection deepening with every passing second.

“Adrian,” she breathed, and that threw me off the radar.

“I want to be inside you,” I whispered against her lips, and her face reddened from blushing.

Turning to Lila, my voice was flat as I said, 

“Lila, would you mind giving us a few minutes? I need to talk to Ella.”

“Sure. No problem.”

As if I would have taken no for an answer. 

But I nodded regardless and took my little spitfire up to our little playroom.