Unknown:
We’re live.
I despise being the center of attention, yet I hatched this plan with the hope it will buy her some time. But she can never know it was my idea or why I did it.
And that is how Mafia Princess Chiara Gigioliotti became my client to serve and protect. I’d say that’s called eating your words, but I’d never admit it. Not even under oath.
Who Said Chivalry Is Dead?
He’s powerful, exudes adon’t fuck with meenergy, and doesn’t suffer fools, but it seems that all it takes to reveal the softer side of legal powerhouse Raf Princi, partner at his family law firm, Princi & Associates, is an alleged Mafia princess in distress. Our sources have confirmed that the woman he was spotted carrying out of Bella Donna last night after a mass evacuation due to a gas leak has been identified as Chiara Gigioliotti, the first cousin of resident Mafioso bad boy and perennial bachelor AJ Gigioliotti.
It is believed the pint-sized, brunette Sicilian beauty, who was officially appointed first assistant to renowned photographer Natalia Hirsch at her exhibition last night, is looking to relocate to New York—a fact her infamous cousin was none too pleased about, only hearing about it for the first time during his surprise attendance at the event.
We can’t say for certain if it was the effects of over indulgence or the gas leak that resulted in her having to be carried from the club in the arms of the eldest, ultra-private Princi brother, but it would be remiss of us not to mention she was also spotted leaving his house wearing what appeared to be his oversizedhoodie and her boots, only to arrive at his law office a few hours later looking like she stepped out of a glossy fashion magazine—in her signature over-the-knee-boots, no less.
While his brother, Sebastian Princi, and best friend, Marco Marrone, have been featured regularly on this blog, Raf has long flown under the radar. Sources report that his last long-term relationship to a high-profile entertainment lawyer ended abruptly a few years ago; however, this has not been confirmed or denied by either party, and the aforementioned has since relocated to Los Angeles.
For someone so careful to keep his personal and professional life out of the spotlight, it would appear he’s hitched his horse to a woman who baits it. Upon discovering her identity, we also learned she is somewhat an influencer in her own right, with a legion of followers on her social media profiles hanging onto her every outfit of the day post, as well as behind-the-scenes of her photography career.
So is their blossoming relationship personal, professional, or a case of blurred lines?
Mafia x Billionaire lawyer—now that’s a taboo love story we can get behind. How will it end is anyone’s guess, but you can bet we’ll be on the case.
’Til next time.
XOXO,
GG
Chapter Sixteen
Smile For The Camera
Chiara
As soon asI make it to the foyer, Avery appears.
He studies me, roving his eyes over my face, taking in my ruddy cheeks before briefly flicking his eyes to where my chest heaves, then to the fist clenched around the strap of the bag on my shoulder and the other that’s clenched by my side. He frowns, then dips his head and quirks his brow, silently enquiring if I’m okay.
“Nothing a few Better Than Cock Cocktails can’t fix,” I say with a wink and a devious smile, masking the tsunami of emotions flooding my body.
He shakes his head but doesn’t press me. Instead, he plays along, letting me humor him, swiping his thumb across his lips to try to stop the smile that wants to spread. Some lucky woman will get them all one day. He’s the strong, silent type, but there’s so much swirling behind those turquoise-blue eyes framed with black glasses. From my first impressions of him, I can tell he’s observant to the point of obsession and either can survive on little sleep, or like me, his haunted dreams have taught him how to survive on very little. Unlike Marco, whose intense energyradiates from him, I find Avery’s presence calming. And not for the millionth time, I ask myself why I can’t be more attracted to someone like him. Why do I always strive to attain the unattainable. Why do I want the one man who, on paper, is so far my opposite, but who makes my body hum with such visceral need with just one look, let alone his touch.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I’m almost in a trance as Avery leads me back to the car. When I’m settled in the back of the armored black Land Rover with tinted windows, I take a moment to just inhale and exhale deeply, trying to get my still-elevated heart rate under control.
I’ve been around many powerful men in my twenty-four years. Made the biggest mistake of my life by falling into the trap of being obsessed with Alessandro, the forbidden older man who commanded me, body and soul—and I suspect played a part in taking the heart and soul of my family from me. But if the last twenty-four hours have peeled back the curtains on anything, it’s that I’ve never met a man like Raf mother-fucking Princi.
Measured but unpredictable. Aloof yet intense. His power is quiet but also a force that can summon my wild and wrangle it in equal measure. I can tell in the way my heart beats and my nerve endings tingle that my wild craves his wicked simmering just beneath the ice-cold facade he’s perfected. I’m desperate to be the reason he boils over and cracks, unable to resist setting me alight with his wicked touch.
I want him.
More than that, I want him to crave me like he needs me.
Instead, he dangled his power over me. Pressed himselfagainst me to make sure I could feel his weight and size. Crowded my space to give me a taste of what it would be like to be at his mercy. Edged me to within an inch of all rational thought—then he made me choose. He offered me sex, power, and dominance, knowing full well that asking me to choosebetween fucking him and a chance at freedom was a futile exercise. To prove his point, he had a copy of all the paperwork from Natalia’s EA I had sent him printed and ready for me to sign. Mighty prepared for someone who was adamant he wasn’t going to see me today, give me legal counsel, and is dead set on trying to ignore this thing burning between us. Warmth blooms in my chest at the thought he went out of his way on a Sunday to get a jump on the paperwork—especially after the way my cousin reacted to the news. His acts of service have shown me more about the man than he’s willing to reveal out loud. If his desires hidden behind teaching me a lesson are all he’s willing to offer me for the moment, then I’ll take the crumbs. But one day I will own that whole damn bakery.
A notification pings on my phone:
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