My Mafia Beast

My Mafia Beast An Enemies to Lovers Age Gap Romance Angel Tan Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Angel Tan All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Contents 1. Angelina 2. Tomaso 3. Angelina 4. Tomaso 5. Angelina 6. Tomaso 7. Angelina 8. Tomaso 9. Angelina 10. Tomaso 11. Angelina 12. Tomaso 13. Angelina 14. Tomaso 15. Angelina 16. Tomaso 17. Angelina 18. Tomaso 19. Angelina 20. Tomaso 21. Angelina Epilogue Chapter 1 AngelinaMy leg shook as I sat in the chair. I put a lot of effort into trying not to let it shake. But this was my opportunity. I was no fool. I knew how much it could elevate my career. Every other job had fallen by the wayside or not called me back. It was a debilitating feeling that stripped me of all my value. But as I sat in the office, this modernized, overly silver, futuristic place that only specialized in selling brick ovens to pizzerias and making millions a year off of that, I felt like I had a chance to feel alive again. Perhaps there was hope for me to turn things around."Angelina Demott." It was a female's voice. When I looked up, the woman was sticking her head through a door.I flashed a smile. My nerves left me for a moment. But it wasn't a long moment. It was about as long as I flashed the smile. It was game time. I was going into that interview like a lioness. No one was going to take it away from me. No one was going to deny me.I had expected to see the CEO. After all, I was interviewing to be the assistant to the CEO, so I thought maybe he would interview me. That was what kind of fired me up initially. But, the person behind the desk was not the person I had seen in the photos. He was not the rumored mafia man with a mound of black hair and chiseled arms. Instead, some balding man with glasses pushed them up on his nose while looking at some papers. He only gave me a passing glance which gave me the motivation to be myself. This man was barely paying me the time of day. Why should I have lowered my self-esteem?" Angelina." He extended his hand. I shook his hand right before I sat down. Once again, I flashed that smile from before. What happened next was me being in the zone. His questions were all a blur. They were basic, nothing that had to make me rethink an answer. The answer's kind of just flowed out of me. I could have likened it to a sport. It was fun, actually.But then again, I did have this moment of thinking that things were going a little too good. This caused me to slow my words down as if I hit a speed bump in the conversation. I doubted that he picked up on that. It was all in my head. Honestly, the man seemed bored. Everything seemed so generic. That worried me. That made me bite my lip a little bit. " Well, you definitely have the education. You have internships. You have some assistant experience. This is pretty much all we need. But I think you should interview with someone else."I don't know why I took that as a negative thing. That was definitely a positive thing, right? It meant that I had a second interview. That didn't just mean that this man was giving up on interviewing me and ushering in someone else because I was too difficult. Difficult. But that's how my mind worked. My mind went to the negative first before the positives. But this would definitely have to be positive.No matter what. I was thinking about it, though. It was all irrelevant because I needed to give this man a response. That was the trickiest part. Being in an interview with nothing more than having to sit there with hyper focus and make split decisions between seconds. "Okay. Whatever you think is best."In my head, I had just ruined the whole thing. These were the most submissive answers that I had ever given in my entire life. Perhaps I was hard on myself, but I don't know. It just sounded like I was pandering. Maybe I was overthinking it, but I was dead in the water. In my mind, this man was not going to bring out anyone else to interview me. The interview had just ended.He smiled behind the desk, stood up and left the room momentarily. During those seconds when I had to wait for whoever was going to walk through that door, whether it was Barney the dinosaur or Bill Clinton himself, I had no idea what was going to happen next. To say I was nervous was an understatement. My leg was shaking, and my breath was short. I did my best to not bite my nail, but my best was not good enough.I sat there for a good minute. In an attempt to calm down, I did my best to clear my head. That I did a better job at. My technique was to think about the show Sex and the City. That was essentially my safe space that stopped me from shaking my legs and returning my breathing to where it belonged.Eventually, that door opened up and then came this tall glass of tan skin, dark hair, popped collar, spicy cologne, and eyes of a lion. I knew this man from the website, from pictures in the hallway. Tomaso Vitelli, the company's CEO– Vitelli Co. He was also the company's owner. The Big Kahuna, if you will. There went my legs shaking all over again. Luckily the table was covering me. But still, I wished that I could get my head in the game a little bit better. Something