Indebted to the Mafia King

*Heidi*

"Are you sure you don't need me to come with you to talk to this guy?" my

grandfather offers for the millionth time in the past hour. "I'm positive I can convince him to sell me the shop at half the price he's demanding."

I chuckle, shaking my head.

"I'm good, Grandpa. If he doesn't accept my offer, I'm sure I can find another great place somewhere else. As much as I love this one, I'm not willing to pay more than it is worth."

Grandpa nods, finally conceding.

"Well, I have to get going," I say, getting up from the chair. "You guys have to get ready for dinner, and I stayed for too long already. I don't want them to forbid me to come visit you next time."

"They wouldn't dare," Grandma murmurs, standing and pulling me into a tight hug. It instantly makes me feel like I can fight the entire world. Her embrace charges my battery, and I feel renewed. Determined. Ready for whatever the world throws my way.

"Thanks, Granny. I love you," I tell her. Then I pull away from her to hug my grandfather. "I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me."

He scoffs. "Who else would we do it for? You're all we have. So, please, take care of yourself, okay?"

I nod. "I promise I will. I'll be back soon."

I walk out of the retirement home and onto the street, considering what to do next. I call a cab, and when the driver asks me where I'm going, I open my mouth to guide him, but I have no answer for him.

I don't want to go home.

There's something nagging at my heart, and before I know it, before I have the chance to make sense of what I'm saying, I'm giving the driver the address to Cal's bar.

It's like something has possessed me, and I have no control of my choices anymore. But the truth is, the conversation with my grandparents made me realize that I can handle this. Even if we don't agree, even if all of this goes against my moral values, I can't give up on Cal like that. I'm sure we can work something out.

I decide to give him a chance to really talk. I didn't let him speak last night, but I can at least hear what he has to say.

A few minutes later, the driver stops in front of the bar, which is still closed, but I know the door is unlocked, so I waltz inside, finding a pair of surprised eyes staring back at me from behind the counter.

"Good afternoon, Ian." I greet the bartender, not bothering to stop moving. I carry on, walking toward the stairs that lead to Cal's office.

Ian replies to me, but I'm already gone when he does. He doesn't try to stop me, which I'm grateful for. I haven't considered a scenario where Cal's men forbid me to come inside.

Luckily, I don't run into any more of them on the way to his office. The door is closed, and I don't bother to knock before busting it open.

Cal is at his desk as usual, his head sunk into his hands. He's clearly not happy. But then he looks up to see who has just knocked his door in, and his eyes meet mine. His expression changes from distraught to shocked in the blink of an eye. "Heidi?" he asks, obviously confused.

I close the door behind me, but other than that, I don't make a move. My heart is beating incredibly fast now that I see him, and I realize I don't know what to do.

I came here to talk to him, but seeing him look this sad, so helpless, does something to me that I can't control. I want to comfort him, to hold him in my arms and reassure him that everything will be okay. There's something going on here that he hasn't told me yet, and it must be something bad if it's leaving Cal in this state.

"I-" My voice disappears before I can even start to speak. What do I even want to say anyway?

"What are you doing here?" he asks, standing. This time, he doesn't try to come near me. He doesn't even attempt to take a step forward, remaining in the same spot behind his desk as he waits for my response.

"I don't know," I reply honestly. "I came here to talk, but..."

"But?" Cal presses, his brows raising slightly.

"I don't feel like talking all of a sudden."

Which is true.

My heart and my body yearns for him. I don't think I'm in the right state of mind for us to have a serious conversation. I thought I was, but I was wrong. Looking at Cal now, all

I want to do is toss myself at him and forget for a moment that this is the shitty reality we find ourselves in right now.

"Heidi, I—"

"Shut up," I cut him off, but my voice is so quiet that I barely hear it myself.noveldrama

"What?" His distraught expression returns, and I'm taken over by an emotion that is stronger than me.

"I said," I walk toward him with long strides, "shut up." I reach him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him toward me. Our lips collide, and it's like fireworks explode around-and within-me. His hands dart to my hips, and he pulls me against him, making me moan against his mouth. His tongue asks for permission, and I happily grant it, opening wide to let him inside. The feeling is so familiar, yet everytime I kiss him, it's like the very first time. I wonder how long this will last. It's an inebriating and addictive sensation that I can't seem to get enough of.

Cal's hand moves down to my ass, and his fingers grip my flesh possessively. I gasp, feeling him hard against my core. But then his movements stop out of the blue, his body stiffening instantly.

"What?" I manage to get out.

He pulls away to face me, his brows creased and his jaw clenched. "I... I thought you wanted to talk. Are you su-"

"I told you to shut up," I repeat, pulling him into a kiss again.

That seems to be enough for him to understand I don't want to talk anymore. I just want to feel him, to have him claim me as his own and make me forget about how my life turned upside down so quickly. I don't want to remind myself that this could be the last time I have Cal. I need him to just fuck me into oblivion so I can pretend I'm still his, and he's still mine.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks in a murmur against my lips.

My core throbs with need. "You already know what I want," I answer, my voice hoarse with desire.

Darkness clouds his eyes, and then his hands are roaming all over me, removing all of my clothing. He first tosses my coat on the floor, then my sweater and my pants, leaving me only in my green panties.

Cal scans me, and I see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he slowly removes his blazer. He's wearing a suit today which makes him look hotter than ever.

I press my legs together while I watch him slowly approach me, his eyes never leaving

me.

Ireach for his tie and pull him forward, removing it and tossing it over his shoulder. He doesn't let me take off his shirt because he's in such a rush. He tears it off, leaving his toned abs exposed for me to drool over.

No words are necessary between us now. In fact, they would feel like a bucket of icy water dumped over my head, so I'm glad he's not saying romantic or even dirty things to me this time. Our eyes and gestures are enough to deliver a silent message, and this is all I need today.

Cal takes a step in my direction, with his pants still on, and tosses me on his couch. My back hits the cold leather, contrasting with the heat radiating from my body. I lean back, watching as he kneels before me and spreads my legs apart with his large hands. I squirm with anticipation.

He finds the hem of my panties, and slowly, he slides them down my thighs and calves. Then, he swiftly grabs my ass and scoots me forward, adjusting himself between my

legs.

I bite my lip, preparing myself for the wave of pleasure he's about to provide me. My head drops backward against the couch as soon as I feel his tongue touching me.

Cal takes his time, not as hungry and eager as the other times we had sex. He makes sure to shower me with affection while he savors me. It's almost too much for me to

bear.

My eyes roll to the back of my head when he adds a little pressure, and I swallow down

a moan.

This is what I was talking about.

This is what I need to forget about everything.

And damn if it's not working.