Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Logan’s POV.

Mia and I opted to go to the nearest restaurant. I instructed my driver to leave, choosing to drive my own car instead. As we arrived, I opened the passenger seat for her, and she gracefully stepped inside. Taking my place behind the wheel, I ignited the engine and steered us towards the restaurant.

After a short drive, we arrived at a renowned Italian restaurant. It turned out that Mia had booked a table here, knowing it to be my favorite.

Exiting the car, I circled around to the passenger side, holding the door open for her. Extending my hand, I silently urged her to take it.

I was well aware of the charm my gentlemanly gestures possessed, and Mia was no exception. The rosy hue on her cheeks served as undeniable proof that she appreciated the gesture. Firmly holding her hand, despite her subtle attempt to pull away, we entered the restaurant together, hand in hand.

Fortunately, we had a table reserved, and the waiter promptly led us to our designated spot. Pulling out a chair for her, I patiently waited for Mia to take her seat.

“Mr. Mancini, you don’t have to do that,” she protested.

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“But…” she began, her words trailing off as the waiter arrived to take our order.

Taking the lead, I confidently ordered all of Mia’s favorite dishes, a playful glint in my eyes as I anticipated her reaction. Confusion flickered across her face, and she couldn’t help but question, “Are these really my favorite foods?”

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as I revealed my secret, “Don’t be surprised, Mia. I know these are your favorites, which is why I ordered them.”

Her hand flew to her mouth, and she gasped, clearly taken aback. “But how did you know?”

I chuckled, enjoying the intrigue that danced in her eyes. My voice carried a hint of mystery as I replied, “I have my ways.”

Her curiosity brimming, she couldn’t hold back her question, blurting out, “What are you trying to do? Are you attempting to impress me?”

I raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, feigning indifference. “Why would I?”

Drawing her in with a whisper, I let my words hang in the air, laced with suggestion, “… and if I were… I’d take you home and impress you in my bed.”

Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, and she was momentarily speechless, her reaction further fueling my amusement. Before she could regain her composure, the waiter arrived with our order, providing a timely interruption to our charged conversation.

Mia quickly looked away, trying to conceal her embarrassment, not wanting the waiter to notice her blushing cheeks.

Finding her reaction endearing, I couldn’t resist teasing her further. “So, how’s the food?” I inquired, genuinely interested in her opinion. There was something about Mia that captivated me, and I yearned to unravel the layers of her personality.

“It’s delicious, and thank you for this delightful treat,” she replied politely, her demeanor slightly formal but her gratitude shining through. I admired her spirited nature.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I responded, studying her as she continued to blush. This side of her was new and intriguing, and I found myself wanting to explore it further.

Seizing the opportunity, I took it upon myself to serve some pasta onto her plate, a gesture of intimacy that made her protest once again, “Mr. Mancini, you don’t have to do that.”

I corrected her with a playful tone, “First of all, it’s Logan to you, and secondly, I possess a sense of decorum, my lady,” serving some pasta onto my own plate as well.

An enchanting silence enveloped us as we savored our meal. I couldn’t help but notice how she relished each bite, her delight evident in her expressions. It was a rare sight to witness Mia without her usual assertiveness, and I couldn’t deny that I found this softer side of her captivating.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some sauce lingering at the corner of her lips. A temptation rose within me, compelling me to lick it clean. Extending my hand, I delicately wiped the sauce away with my thumb. Her startled reaction brought a smirk to my face.

I casually put my thumb in my mouth and licked it clean, all the while maintaining eye contact with her. I observed as her jaw dropped, her face turning a shade of pink. She gasped and lowered her eyelashes.

“Hmmm… The sauce is even more delicious than the pasta,” I commented, amused by her reaction.

She took a few more bites before setting her fork down. “I’m done, Mr… I mean, Logan. Can we leave if you’re finished too? Lunchtime is almost over,” she hesitantly suggested.

“I’m the boss, remember? I can make and change the rules. You don’t need to worry about the time,” I responded smugly.

“Alright. So the rules are different for bosses and employees. It’s unfair, and I’d prefer to be back on time. If you don’t have anything else to do, can we go back to the office?” she retorted, her feistiness returning.

“Mia, it’s not my fault that I own the company,” I raised an eyebrow, attempting to defend my position.

“Absolutely not. But just because you own a company doesn’t mean you can show favoritism towards your employees,” she shot back. She was right, and her words stung. Couldn’t she desire to spend more time with me? I sighed and signaled the waiter to bring the bill.

After settling the bill, we left the restaurant and returned to the office. I headed straight to my office, while Mia went back to her desk. I had a plethora of contacts and files to review and sign. Mia was coordinating with me regarding my schedule and other arrangements. She proved to be quite adept at her work, and I was pleased that my HR department found such a deserving candidate.

A knock on my office door interrupted my concentration, and Roma, my head of HR, entered.

“Sir, the Mancini Group’s annual day is coming up next week. I’ve planned the event and finalized the budget. If you could please take a look and approve it,” she requested.

“Ah, right! The annual day is approaching. How could I forget? If you’ve made the plans, that would be wonderful. You’re one of the best employees, Roma. I trust you. Show me where I need to sign,” I requested, and she handed me some papers, which I promptly signed.

Even as I went through the motions, my mind was consumed by thoughts of Mia. With the upcoming annual celebration, I had devised my own scheme to ensnare her, ensuring she couldn’t escape this time.

I craved her presence at any cost. I was determined to have her, using any means necessary. She had become my passion, my obsession.

“Um… Roma?” I called out as she was about to leave my office.

“Yes, sir?” she paused and turned to face me.

“I was thinking, let’s plan this year’s annual celebration outdoors. Arrange everything and book an entire resort. Organize various events and sports, and choose an exotic location. I believe our employees deserve a break and some pampering. What do you think?” I proposed, suggesting an outdoor celebration.

“That sounds fantastic. I can handle it. I’ll create a plan and bring it to you by tomorrow,” she responded, grinning.

“Perfect. You may go now,” I dismissed her, and she left my office.

Oh, Mia, how could you resist succumbing to my charm?