Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Logan’s POV.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I sat in my office, patiently awaiting Mia’s arrival. I had called her here to discuss something regarding my upcoming trip, hoping to convince her to accompany me. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to persuade her since she was a spirited woman with a mind of her own. Nonetheless, I prepared myself to make a compelling case.

As the boss, I shouldn’t have to beg her to join me on a business tour. After all, she was my secretary, and it was her duty to comply with my every order. However, Mia was more than just an employee to me. She was the woman I desired in my life, and I was willing to set aside my ego to ensure her happiness. If pleasing her required me to implore her to come along on the tour, then so be it.

Damn it, this wasn’t like me-making efforts to convince someone, especially not for a woman. But Mia was different. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, a knock on the door snapped me back to reality. I leaned back in my chair and composed myself.

“Come in,” I granted her entry.

Mia walked in, dressed in a sleek black pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse. Her hair was elegantly pulled up into a ponytail, with a few loose strands delicately framing her cheeks. I couldn’t help but gaze at her, and she arched an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Please, have a seat,” I offered, and she gracefully took the chair opposite me, resting her palms on the desk.

“You’re aware that I have to travel to Chicago for a business deal,” I began, adopting a casual tone. However, inwardly, I was nervous about the possibility of her rejecting my proposal. I knew I had to try again.

“Yes, I know, and I have made all the bookings. I will send you a confirmation by this evening,” she replied, her smile captivating me once again. Damn, her charming smile had a way of making me lose myself.

“Ummm… Mia… I want you to come with me,” I said, anxiously awaiting her response.

“Me? But why?” she frowned, and her reaction didn’t surprise me.

“Come with me, baby. It’ll be our first outdoor date. I want to travel with you and explore the world together,” I said, leaning forward on the desk.

“Do you usually travel with your secretary?” she asked, squinting her eyes suspiciously.

“Not usually. I travel with my assistant. But this time, I selfishly want you to be by my side. Believe me, I’ve never taken any other girls on trips before you,” I confessed, baring my heart to Mia, hoping she would accept my offer.

“Okay, I’ll book a double room this time,” she finally spoke after a long pause.

“Just book one room because I can’t bear to be away from you,” I said, my voice turning husky and filled with desire.

She gasped, “What are you saying? What will people think? If anyone in the office finds out about this, they’ll start gossiping about us. We can’t take any chances. I don’t want to lose this job because of rumors.” She spoke without making eye contact.

I grew annoyed. What was she so afraid of? I was the boss, and no one could spread gossip about us.

“Why are you so worried, baby? I own this company, and no one can gossip about me or my personal life. Why do you always care about your reputation? Don’t you want to be seen with me, or do you not consider me a suitable lover?” My voice dripped with anger. I was tired of her constant reservations, not wanting anyone in the office to know about our relationship.

She furrowed her brow and challenged me, “Are you serious? I mean, are we seeing each other exclusively?”

I had to look away, unsure of how to answer.

“See, you don’t have an answer. I don’t want to be known as the boss’ muse,” she added firmly.

In frustration, I pushed my chair back and stood up. Circumnavigating the table, I positioned myself in front of her. I turned her seat to face me, placing my hand on the armrest as I leaned in closer.

“What do you want, Mia?” I asked, staring deeply into her eyes.

She averted her gaze, turning her face to the side and breaking our intense stare.

“I don’t want anything,” she replied, her voice devoid of any discernible emotion.

“I just need this job because my dad’s life is hanging by a thread,” she continued, her voice weighted with sorrow, on the verge of tears.

I stood upright, having already delved into her background and discovering that her father was battling a terminal illness. I had reassured her countless times that no one would be able to implicate her in any wrongdoing.

“I understand and if you want to keep our… arrangement,” I gestured subtly between us, “… a secret, it will remain as such.”

Finally, she met my gaze. Her eyes were welling up with tears, revealing her vulnerability. The overwhelming urge to hold her in my arms and provide solace flooded my heart.

In that moment, I made a firm decision-I would never bring harm to this girl.

“So, if you’re willing to accompany me on the business tour, we can proceed with making the necessary arrangements.” I sought one last chance, hoping she would agree.

“Okay, I’ll make the necessary arrangements and send you the details later this evening,” she said, rising from her seat in my office.

“And Mia,” I called out, causing her to pause in her tracks, “don’t bother packing an excessive amount of clothes for our trip. You won’t be needing them for the majority of our time together.”