Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

Gael watched as the gears in Angela\'s head turned while trying to get herself out of the situation. Her eyes darted to the side, and for a second, he thought she contemplated escaping, but he had her trapped in the booth with the wall on the other side of her, and she had no way out—unless she crawled under the table which he doubted she would do. She wouldn\'t, would she?

Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no words came out.

"I have all night, Angel. I\'m not going anywhere. The answer is a simple yes or no."

"I… It\'s not…"

She looked past his shoulder as if seeing someone, and then a server came to their table, setting a big paper bag that contained their order. He waited until the server left before letting go of his gaze from Angela. "Fine. Don\'t answer." He took out a hundred from his billfold, slipped it under a napkin holder, got out of the table, and grabbed the paper bag.

His voice was emotionless—like someone who didn\'t care would sound. And he did it on purpose to see her panic and try to appease him. An asshole move, but he did it anyway. And it worked because now, Angela hurried after him as they left the restaurant.

"Why are you mad?"

"I\'m not."

He wasn\'t. Really. He wasn\'t.

Okay, maybe a little.

But he wouldn\'t admit that to her, especially since he was starting to see how immature he was acting at the moment. But he couldn\'t control how he was feeling, seeing his girlfriend getting awestruck meeting her celebrity crush who smiled and winked at her. And on top of that, she named her fûcking vibrator after him. How the fûck could he get the thought out of his head, knowing that she got off with a vibrator named after the guy, and even possibly screaming his name while she came? Yeah, not a pretty thought in his head. So, of course, he was pissed.

His jaw tightened, and he hastened his steps, hearing the heels of her boots clicking behind him.

"If you\'re not, then why are you acting like that? You wouldn\'t even look at me!"

"It\'s getting cold. We should hurry back." His voice was clipped.

She huffed and stopped in her tracks. His ears perked as he continued to walk, and then a couple of seconds later, he heard her complain, "Will you slow down? My feet hurt…" Angela\'s voice sounded brittle, like she was about to cry, causing a prick in his chest.

Gael slowed down, but he didn\'t turn his head. He didn\'t have to. Almost instantly, she caught up with him, a little smile growing on her face—the little minx.

He knitted his brows at her, not actually knowing why he was determined to show her he was mad. He couldn\'t understand it himself, and she pouted, her lips pursing like she was trying to ask for forgiveness. So fûcking cute. He almost smiled. Almost.

"Well? Something you want to say?" he asked, cocking a brow.

Angela opened her mouth to answer, but her phone rang. Nina. She looked between her phone and Gael and saw the crease between his brows deepen. She was about to reject the call when Gael told her to answer it. On speaker. Swallowing, she did as he asked.

Nina screeched through the speaker, causing heads around them to turn their way. "Why aren\'t you texting back?"

"I\'m busy right now, Nina. Can I call you later?"

"Why?" Nina whined. "That\'s not fair! You made me all excited, and you\'re not sharing now. How cruel!"

Then Angela\'s brother\'s voice came through the phone, "Can\'t believe you girls."

"Oli? Why are you guys together?" Angela probed.

"We ran into each other at this bar downtown. We\'re with friends," he answered. "I don\'t know what you girls see in Stefano. He looks like a mommy\'s boy."

Gael grinned, seemingly enjoying Oliver\'s comment while Angela rolled her eyes.

And then Oliver just had to add fuel to the fire when he continued to comment, "I remember your room looked like a shrine with his pictures on the wall, sis. Does your boyfriend know you were obsessed with him?" Oliver and Nina laughed, the latter agreeing that her room, too, had so many pictures of Ian Stefano.

The smile on Gael\'s face turned into a devilish smirk when he spoke to the phone, "I do now."

The noise from the phone speaker was replaced by silence, and Angela\'s eyes widened as she quickly said, "I have to go," and ended the call.

Tilting his head to the side, Gael locked his gaze with Angela\'s. "You were obsessed with the mama\'s boy?"

Angela\'s lower lip curled into her mouth, and she chewed on it. She then took a deep breath and raised her chin. "I think pretty much everyone was back in the day."

"Everyone, huh?"

"I was young, okay? What do you want me to say?"

Gael closed the gap between them, lowered his face until they were leveled with hers, and asked her point-blank, "When\'s the last time you used that vibrator?"

"I don\'t know... Eight…ten years?" She swallowed. "It was our first toy—Nina and I. She gifted me one, and I gifted her one after our trip to L.A. I lost it a long time ago. I don\'t even know where it is now. I probably threw it by accident."

He looked at her like he was trying to read her face, his stare bouncing between her eyes. Then he responded, "Okay."

"Okay?"

Leaning in even closer, his motions forced her backward until her back hit the wall. Then he moved to the side of her head until his lips brushed her ear. Her lips parted, and her breathing became ragged with how close he was to her. The proximity sent jolts through her center, especially when he spoke in a low, rough voice.

"I don\'t like the image that it put in my head after knowing you named your little toy after that mama\'s boy. So once we get home, I\'ll pin you to the wall, bury my cock inside you so deep, and fûck you senseless until you forget he and your toy ever existed."

"Oh god." She was breathless.

"Have you been angry fûcked, Angel?"

He couldn\'t see her, but he felt her shake her head.

Gael groaned. The thought of giving her her first angry sex made him hard. "In ten minutes, you will. And tomorrow, you\'re gonna walk funny."

Angela tried to reach for him while he leaned back slightly, keeping some distance between them, and he stared at her now glazed eyes. He was sure she was getting aroused by just the idea of what he would do to her very soon.

Gael\'s grey eyes turned dark and hooded as they glanced at her parted lips and back at her eyes. "Ready to go home?"

Wordlessly, Angela nodded.

It took less than a minute to reach the revolving doors of One Lincoln Plaza. Their strides were long and fast as though they were late to something.

But as they reached the center of the lobby, their racing pulse was interrupted when Giovanni called them both from the side.

"What are you doing here?" Gael questioned, slightly out of breath.

Giovanni smiled at Angela then spoke to his nephew. "I called you a hundred times. You weren\'t answering. We need to talk."

Angela and Gael\'s private discourse would have to wait.