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It felt like a little piece of home in this strange new world.
I strode forward, reaching for one of my favorite dresses and quickly changing into it. I blushed again when I remembered Massimo’s directive.
To be agoodgirl or abadone…
Decisions, decisions.
As much as I wanted to play with him though, my ass still felt a little sore from the spanking over his knee yesterday, and the threat of his belt was enough to make me think twice about disobeying him again, although there was a deep part of me that was more than a tiny bit intrigued. Surprised at myself, I shook my head. Who’d want a man to hold her down and take a belt to her ass before he fucked her?
That was crazy. I was crazy. All of this was crazy.
With a deep sigh of discontent, I decided to explore what was likely my new home for the time being. I stepped out of the bedroom and walked down the grand hallway. The opulence of the place was overwhelming, with its marble floors, beautiful handmade tapestries, and priceless artwork displayed all over the walls.
I even stopped to take in the massive vineyard through one of the many oversized windows, enjoying the view and marveling at the vast expanse Massimo’s estate encompassed. I wandered through the rooms, each one more luxurious than the last, until I found myself in a small office.
The room was tastefully decorated, with a large wooden desk at its center and bookshelves lining the walls. A computer with a massive monitor facing away from the door sat on the desk, and I felt a surge of curiosity.
This was my chance to learn more about Massimo, to know more about the man who had taken my virginity in the shower just last night.
I blushed at the thought, pressing my thighs together knowingly. I felt different, lighter, and I drew my lower lip in between my teeth as I stared at the computer.
Yeah. I was going to do this.
I closed the door behind me and approached the desk, sitting down in the plush leather chair. The computer was already on, and I quickly navigated to an internet browser.
Taking a deep breath, I typed ‘Massimo Sartori’ into the search bar and hit enter. I didn’t know what I would find, but I needed to know more, needed to know what kind of world I was being thrust into.
At first, the search results were overwhelming. I clicked on one of the more reliable-looking links, a news article detailing his rise to power. As I read, I learned about his various enterprises—nightclubs, casinos, real estate ventures, exports including olive oil and wine, and much more. He was a major player in thebusiness world, his influence extending far beyond Florence and even past my home country of Italy.
I continued reading, this time focusing more on his personal life than his professional one. There were very few mentions of any romantic relationships, practically none to be honest, which made the comments from Leo and Stefano earlier all the more significant.
Did that mean I meant something to him, or was this all just because of my father? Would he throw me aside the second my father was free from danger? Was there something between us, or was I just looking into things too much like I always did?
I didn’t have any answers to my questions though, and despite my perusal of the internet, I didn’t really find any either.
So I kept searching, this time about his criminal empire. He’d told me he was a mob boss, but what did that really mean?
As hard as I tried though, I couldn’t find anything that spoke to him being a mafia boss, no illegal operations, not even a hint or a whisper that this man was involved in organized crime. I pored over forums and news sites, but I found nothing.
I leaned back in the chair, my mind racing. This was the man my father had trusted, the man who now held my fate in his hands. Could I trust him too?
Just then, I heard footsteps approaching the door. I quickly closed the browser and stood up, trying to compose myself and pretend like I wasn’t just doing what I was doing. The door opened, and Massimo walked in, his presence filling the room.
“Sofia,” he said, a hint of surprise in his voice. “I see you’ve found the office.”
I nodded, my heart pounding. “Yes, I was just exploring the estate. It’s… impressive.”
He smiled, closing the distance between us. “I’m glad you like it. Can I help you find anything?”
I hesitated, taking a deep breath. Maybe I should be honest. He hadn’t seemed to want to hide anything from me before, so maybe I would actually get somewhere asking him about everything rather than searching the internet for information about him. And even if I did want to hide it, I hadn’t thought to delete my search history till now, so chances were he was going to find out anyway.
“Actually, I was trying to find some information about you.”
CHAPTER 11
Massimo
Her confession caught me off guard for a moment, but when I took a calming breath, I realized that it wasn’t completely out of left field. I’d ripped her from her life and thrust her knee-deep into mine, without much preparation other than just confessing I was kingpin to one of the most powerful families in Italy and then that was that.