Indebted to the Mafia King

*Heidi*

Two months later...

Cal's recovery wasn't fast, but he did heal faster than the doctor thought he would. A couple of days after he was shot, he was allowed to be moved back to his apartment, which made it easier for me to take care of him. His place is close to everything, and I could come and go to grab groceries and also visit my grandparents every once in a while.

Eventually, I had to tell them about Cal and that we were not only in love, but getting married, and they made me promise I'd take Cal to visit them. But Cal offered something else instead, and we all ended up going on a small trip so they could get to know each other.

Needless to say, Grandma and Grandpa love him. They couldn't stop smiling and were elated that I finally had someone to share my life with. I guess this is what they wanted the most for me.

Adjusting to Cal's apartment was also a struggle at first. I had few things to take with me since I didn't buy a lot after the fire, but he basically forced me to buy new stuff, so I spent two days going to the mall to find a new wardrobe and also get things for the house to add a woman's touch. He told me to make it my own, but I honestly loved it as it was, so I only bought a plant and a couple of items I needed to begin the library he said he'd build for me in one of the spare rooms.

Some other things also changed. Despite being hesitant at first, I demanded to know everything about his businesses and what it actually meant to be a part of the mafia. Surprisingly, I had to admit that it made me somewhat excited. Not the part where he had to deal with guns and enemies invading his bars and shooting everyone for a living, but the part where he had to make sure no one from the cartel ever decided to come back looking for revenge again.

Organically, I found myself becoming more and more familiar with the syndicate to the point I offered to help him turn a few of his establishments into legal businesses where we could try to earn more revenue since we wouldn't be losing a lot of money on shitty deals. So, I'd stop at his office every once in a while to take a look at what I could do and how I could help to make sure we were protected from enemy cartels. It also became a way for me to be closer to him and keep an eye on him while he recovered completely.

Now, he's almost fully recovered. There's only a few small conditions the doctor is still requesting from him, but Cal has proven to be an easy patient, despite all my fears.

In his office, I'm checking some contracts he had with this "firm" in Miami when the door opens. I look up from the leather chair behind his desk, my feet casually crossed on top of it.

Cal walks in, slamming the door behind him. He's wearing a black suit today because of an important meeting he had to attend, and I'm equally dressed up since I asked to join him to learn more about the business. He takes me in from the head to my heels, spending a little longer on my cleavage, which is not as on display as he'd like, but even I have to admit this dress makes me look sexy, showing enough of my collarbones and pushing up my breasts.

"Have I mentioned how fucking hot you look today?" he murmurs, crossing the room in two strides.

I raise my brows and smirk at him. "Twice, if I don't count this last one," I reply.

"When I asked you to marry me, I never thought you'd also become this bossy queen, full of ambition," he points out, sitting on the edge of the desk and looking down at

me.

I shrug. "Well, I just want to make sure we're not bothered by those assholes again. And if I can help you make some of our money legal, so I can spend it without fear, why not?" I joke, tossing the papers I'm holding on the desk and standing.

Cal pulls me to him, spreading his legs so I can fit between them, and I wrap my arms around his neck. "So, what did you think of the meeting this morning?" he asks, his eyes momentarily darting to my lips.

I grin at him, leaning forward to kiss him. "It was amazing," I reply against his mouth, then I deepen our kiss, tightening my arms around him.

His grip on my waist strengthens, too, and he pulls me closer to him. This has become

a routine for us. I guess it's also one of the perks of coming to his office so often. I get

to have a piece of the mafia boss all to myself.

At home, Cal is my man, but here, he's a lot more than that. These men will do whatever he says at the drop of a pin. And that makes him... hotter. Sexier. He's the Boss.

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Cal stands and pushes me backward until my back hits the wall. He doesn't break our kiss while his hand reaches for the zipper of my dress. I gasp against his mouth, anticipating what he's about to do.

He gets it off effortlessly, not even bothering to look. His hand finds the hem of my panties, sliding beneath the lace and finding me wet and desperate for him.

"Shit," he whispers while he slides his fingers up and down my slick folds. I groan, rolling my eyes as he touches me.

Slowly, I start rocking my hips back and forth as he pleasures me. A moan escapes when he inserts two fingers inside me, thrusting them in and out until I begin to see stars. My walls throb around him as I reach climax, and my hands grip his shoulders, looking for some sort of support. My legs are wobbly and threatening to give out, so I grab onto him so I don't fall.

"You're so fucking hot, sweetheart," he murmurs against my ear, his fingers still working inside me.

I don't bother to answer, allowing myself to fully enjoy this moment. Cal waits for me

to compose myself, my breathing becoming more regular, before taking his fingers out and licking them clean. It's so fucking sexy that it's all I can do not to undress him right here, right now. But we still have work to do.

"I actually came here to give you a gift," he tells me suddenly.

I reach down and grab my dress off the floor, slipping it back on, and he zips it for me.

"Wasn't that the gift?" I joke, pecking his lips in appreciation.

"Not really, but if you want to give me points for it, I won't refuse," he replies with a smile. But when he pulls a little box out of his pocket, I frown with confusion.

"You already bought me a ring," I remind him, raising my hand in front of his face to show the huge diamond ring he got me a week after he proposed to me.

Cal chuckles, shaking his head. "This is not a ring."

He hands me the little box and waits for me to open it.

I don't know what it can be, so I have no idea why my heart is beating so fast. I pull the lid off the small box and find a key inside. "What is this for?" I ask, looking up at him. I already have the keys to his apartment-that is now ours-so I have no clue what this could be for.

Cal doesn't answer me, instead taking me by the hand and walking out of the office. "Why don't we go find out?" he suggests. His tone is full of amusement, and it's clear that he's enjoying this way too much. I hate surprises, but he always seems to be able to impress me-in a good way--so I can't complain.

"Come on, Cal," I press as he guides me out of the bar and toward his car, which is parked in the alley. "Can't you give me at least a hint? This isn't fair," I whine.noveldrama

But he shakes his head, circling the car to the passenger's door. He pulls it open for me, gesturing for me to get inside in an extravagant gentleman pose. "Miss..." he muses with a huge smile on his lips.

I smirk, rolling my eyes and feigning annoyance. "No more 'my queen'?" I tease. "You're all of that to me, sweetheart," he replies, kissing me again. "I promise, you'll love it," he adds, and I finally climb inside the car.