THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

I walked over to the mirror for a final check, then grabbed my matching black clutch purse and went downstairs, where Sin and the others were waiting.

When I got to the last flight of stairs, Sin was standing there, just a foot away, typing rapidly on his phone while the others were nowhere in sight. I took the time to admire how handsome he looked in a black Amarni suit, with his hair styled backward and his face flawless.

The more I stared at him, the more I noticed how tightly his jaws were clenched together. letting me know that whoever he was chatting with or whatever message was being exchanged pissed him off. I got down the last set of stairs, clearing my throat to gain his attention. His head was raised, his eyes scanned me up and down like always, and I could see the warmth and gentleness in his gaze.

I gave a small smile, blushing under his strong gaze as he slowly walked up and stroked my cheeks, which made me blush even harder. Warmth spread through me when he brought his hand around my lower back.

“Are the guests arriving?” I stutter out breathlessly, causing him to smirk at the effect his mere presence has on me.

” A few.”

“Sorry if I took too long. keeping them and you waiting.”

“Not at all.” He replies, pecking my forehead. “Shall we?”

I let out a deep breath before nodding, and we both began making our way to the dining room.

Sin had informed me the day I returned from my outing with Stephanie about a dinner party he was hosting, which was two days ago. He said it was nothing extravagant and only a small group of associates were invited, but he wouldn’t give much detail as to who they were.

And as much as I was a nervous wreck, I knew not to let it show and tried to swallow it down. I was very grateful when he told me Samantha was going to be there. I decided I was going to keep my focus on her and not worry about the other strangers in the dining room.

We gathered around the hall of the dining room, and I could pick up multiple voices, some familiar and some I believed were going to be introduced to me in the course of the night.

Sin pushed the door to the dining room open, guiding me in with his hand still strapped safely around my back.

“Mr. Violenta, it’s a pleasure to be invited into your lovely home.” A man I had never seen before was the first to greet us; he had a woman by his side, which I was guessing was his wife.

“Mr. Moreau, the pleasure is all mine.” Sin says, taking the man’s outstretched arm in a steady handshake.

“I would like for you to meet my wife, Vivienne.” Mr. Moreau introduced the woman beside him, a lovely smile plastered on his face as he gazed at her with eyes full of affection.

“Pleasure to meet you as well, Mrs. Moreau.”

“Nonsense! Mrs. Moreau makes me sound old. I prefer being called Vivienne.” She replies with a warm smile plastered on her face.

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I spent some time observing both the husband and the wife as they interacted. Mr. Moreau, who appeared to be in his early forties, had an even more regal appearance. He has light brown hair and is tall and attractive as well. His wife, however, is fair and very delicate-looking, with auburn hair and startling green eyes. I’m assuming she was in her forties.

They both gave off a warm and easy-going vibe, making my features relax a little, knowing they weren’t like most of Sin’s associates that I had met during the various parties I had attended with him.

The couple’s eyes turned to look at me, and I could see the curiosity in them.

“Ah… where are my manners?” Sin says that his hold on my waist tightened as he turned to look at me with adoration. “Allow me to introduce the beautiful woman beside me. Mr. Moreau, Vivienne, I would like you to meet Normani Parker, Mia Regina (my queen).”

“It’s nice to meet you both.” I said politely, stretching my arm out and taking both their hands in a firm handshake.

“You truly are a beauty,” Vivienne gushed, and I blushed, letting out a thank you.

” You…”   I thought to compliment her too, but my words were cut short by an awfully familiar voice calling out Sin’s name.

“Sin, dear.”  Lauren says, coming to stand beside him, Mr. Bianchi, her husband, trailed behind her as he gave an apologetic smile.

“Mr. Violenta, Miss Parker, it’s a pleasure to meet you again.” Mr. Bianchi said with a handshake, getting a nod from Sin.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Bianchi, Lauren.” I replied, her name leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

Lauren didn’t bother replying to my greeting, ignoring not just me but the beautiful couple standing in front of us. I rolled my eyes and chose to ignore her lack of manners.

“Why don’t we have our seat? We still have one more guest, but he seems to be running late.” Sin says, directing both couples to the dining table before walking us to our seats.

He pulled out a seat for me, and I let out a thank you before sitting down, ignoring whatever hateful gaze I was getting from not just Lauren but also Victoria, who was also in the room.

I decided to ignore both females and instead send a wave and a smile to Samantha, who was sitting opposite me. Sin takes his seat beside me at the head of the table, and his hand finds its way under the table to my exposed thigh, rubbing small circles on it. I shivered at the touch, knowing fully well that he was teasing me.

I gulped, trying not to focus on his touch but instead keep my eyes on the maids, who had walked with varieties of food as they neatly placed each food on the table. My mouth watered at the sight, and I couldn’t wait to have a bite.

Just as the maids finished setting the table, the door to the dining room opened, with Luca walking in first and a figure walking behind him.

A small smile made its way to my face when our eyes met, but just as it came, it was easily wiped off when he moved away and I caught sight of the person behind him.

“Sorry, I’m late.” The very familiar voice of a man says, his eyes wandering round the room, stopping at mine. I watched him stumble back, stunned. His shocked expression mirrors mine.

“Uncle Carson.”