All Chapters of Mafia Tech Bro: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter thirty one

CHRISTOFIt felt like I was explaining colors to a blind person. Why was I even explaining so much, I’m pretty sure she knew how a date went. And with this new feisty personality she had just revealed, she would be able to handle herself around Roman.Her jaw tightened. She stared past me, at the window, at the skyline, anywhere but my face.“It’s a one-time thing,” I added, because clarity mattered. “And before your imagination runs off a cliff, nothing about it crosses into intimacy. There are lines. This stays well on the polite side of them.”Silence.“Relax,” I said, tone even, almost bored. “You look like you’re about to lunge across the desk.”She didn’t answer. Still didn’t look at me. Her eyes remained fixed over my shoulder. Admirable focus.I leaned back. Flexed my fingers, regained control of the room the way I always did, with calm.“I need him amenable,” I continued. “That’s it. You’re not bait, you’re not leverage. You’re… ambiance.” I paused, then corrected myself. “No

Chapter thirty two

TANISHAI had just agreed to go on a mystery date with a stranger, not a real one, just a neatly packaged transaction dressed up in business casual. Be charming, smile, sit pretty, exist correctly. For a man who had threatened to erase my existence from the job market. It wasn’t like he left me a choice. I hated how easy, how casual he made it sound.Honestly, I was stunned he admitted my relevance, and the fact that I was excellent at my job. I guess the saying ‘you don’t know what you have until it’s gone’ hit him hard. When he offered me my job back, I wanted to chew it and spit it back on his face. But I had to keep it real with myself, I didn’t have any prospects for a new job, I would have had to dip into my savings sooner or later.Regardless, I wasn’t about to go back to corporate slaving. I refused to be taken for granted, or to be disrespected. So, I gave him my terms. No more errands for his girlfriend, professionalism, and a raise. My previous salary wasn’t a measly sum, I

Chapter thirty three

TANISHAChristof still liked his mornings a certain way, that much hadn’t changed. I pulled into the circular driveway of his estate at exactly 7:12 a.m., not a minute earlier, not a minute later. The guards waved me through with the same neutral faces, one of them looked twice, like he wasn’t sure if I still belonged on the list. I wasn’t sure either.I killed the engine and sat there for half a second longer than necessary. I wasn’t exactly eager to be back to work, I wished I could get paid without having to show up. Unfortunately, that would probably require some very strong voodoo.Christof was already outside when I stepped out of my car, coat crisp, coffee untouched, irritation radiating off him.“You’re late,” he said.“I’m not,” I replied calmly. “It’s 7:13 A.M. The drive to the office takes ten minutes, I’m meant to clock in at 7:30 A.M.”His eyes immediately cut to mine, blue and cold.“Don’t get smart with me.”“I’m not,” I said innocently. “I’m being accurate.”“Get in.”

Chapter thirty four

CHRISTOFTanisha had changed the rhythm of my day, and I didn’t appreciate it nearly as much as I pretended not to be affected. The squirming was gone, even the careful pauses. The way she used to hover at the edge of my presence like she might be swatted if she breathed too loudly. Now she was bold, free to express herself, she no longer suppressed her dissatisfaction under loosed fists and subtle eye rolls.I blamed HR, for being unable to find me a damn assistant who knew for certain what they were doing, who didn’t second guess or ask stupid questions. I blamed Roman, I blamed myself for telling Tanisha how good she was at her job, I blamed myself for being so freaking hard to please.Tanisha’s recent character development was initially amusing, interesting even. Now it was… disruptive. Irritating in the way a pebble in a shoe is irritating, small, but impossible to ignore.I hadn’t told Pepa about Tanisha’s new conditions. It wasn’t because I was hiding anything. I just had not

Chapter thirty five

TANISHAI’d only ever seen Christof Gustavo’s house from the outside, through the tinted windows of his SUV, or from the driver’s seat of my Corolla when I pulled up every morning and waited. From a distance, it always looked the same. Quiet, composed, heavily guarded. Walking into it was something else entirely. The doors were heavy, but it opened smoothly. The first thing that caught my attention was the space, real space. A space like that would either let you breathe, or suffocate you. Well, depending on your mood.The ceilings were high but not dramatic about it, the walls a soft palette of stone, warm gray, muted cream. Nothing flashy.. Just comforting. The floors were polished wood, not glossy, not trying to reflect anyone’s face back at them.Rugs lay where they made sense, thick enough to soften footsteps. The air smelled clean, like the house was cleaned by the hour. It didn’t smell like cologne or candles. It smelled managed.I stepped in slowly, half-expecting to be told

Chapter thirty six

TANISHAI finished the shower feeling like I’d just pressure-washed myself. There was a robe waiting for me, thick, white, folded just so on the edge of the marble bench, not tossed. The placement was intentional, in a way that said “put this on.” I wrapped myself in it and stepped back into the room.They were all still there. For half a deranged second, I’d hoped they’d vanish while I was in the bathroom. Nope, they didn’t. Sane faces, same calm professionalism, same unsettling readiness.“Please, have a seat,” one of them said, gesturing to the chair in front of the dresser.I sat. The mirror was enormous, framed in warm wood. It reflected a version of me that still looked like myself, damp hair, bare face, eyes alert in the way people get when they know they’re about to lose control of the situation.Then they started. It wasn’t frantic or invasive the way I’d expected. No chatter, no “trust me, you’re going to love this.” Just movement, purposeful movement. Two people worked at o

Chapter thirty seven

CHRISTOFI stayed at the bar because it gave my hands something to do other than curl into fists. I’d already gone upstairs once, to find Pepa, and, to change. I rinsed the day off my skin, but I’d come back down like the problem might be waiting for me at eye level. It wasn’t. The problem was still not back home.I didn’t enjoy having to explain myself, and tonight would require exactly that. The office, Tanisha’s impudence, the timing of it all. Pepa’s calm questions, the pauses she used like scalpels, the moment she decided whether I’d annoyed her or merely disappointed her. I preferred fury.I told myself I’d wait and deal with it when she walked through the door. Roman’s driver had arrived five minutes ago. I’d watched the headlights through the windows like an accusation. What the hell was taking Tanisha so long to get ready. I needed her, the damn team, the driver and the car, out of my house, and off my property. Strangers lingering here always made me uncomfortable.At the ea

Chapter thirty eight

CHRISTOFI had no idea what my expression was doing. Whatever discipline I usually had over my features abandoned me completely. She didn’t stop when she reached me. She passed without speaking, only acknowledging my presence with a brief glance.I turned, because I wasn’t in control of my movement and reflexes in that moment. Then I saw the back of the dress, it was open, exposing a long stretch of skin from shoulder blades to waist, smooth and without blemishes. Her spine curved subtly as she moved, the silk pooling and lifting with her stride. The dress didn’t hide her figure, it acknowledged it. Her hips moved with a natural ease, responding rather than resisting.Her ass was ample, it moved like fluid, undeniably real, shifting with each step. Jesus Christ.Before she reached the last step, I caught myself. That moment, that stupid pause where the house had gone silent around her, I buried it. I drew in a slow breath and let it out through my nose, the way I did before board meet

Chapter thirty nine

CHRISTOFI went back inside and closed the door, the quiet returning all at once. Whatever tonight was, it was no longer my problem. I’d delivered on my end.Pepa. She still wasn’t home. I checked my phone, even though I knew nothing would be there. No text, as expected. She didn’t disappear often, and when she did, it usually meant she wanted to be left alone until she returned. That bothered me more than if she’d been dramatic about it.Was she really that upset?The thought pissed me off, and then, uninvited and unwelcome, another one slipped in right after it.Had Tanisha always looked like that?I stopped walking.“No,” I said aloud, to the empty room. “Absolutely not.”I rubbed a hand over my face, cursing at myself. This was ridiculous. One mediocre makeover, and suddenly my thoughts were wandering where they had no business going. I straightened, forcing my mind back onto the correct track.Pepa. Think about Pepa. I repeated it like a mantra. The woman I loved, the woman I cho

Chapter forty

TANISHABetween Christof’s gate closing behind the car, and the city swallowing us whole, it occurred to me that I could be getting kidnapped for all I knew. Perhaps I was being shipped off to some faraway country to become a sex slave, I wouldn’t put it past Christof. The car glided onto the road, it had to be the most luxurious car I’d ever ridden in.Luxury, I learned, did nothing to calm paranoia. If anything, it sharpened it. Everything was too smooth, like this wasn’t my life, and it was just some sick fairytale. The leather seats felt warm, the low hum of the engine sounded more like a purr. Even the vanilla scent in the air felt curated. I sat perfectly still, hands folded in my lap, spine straight. I looked composed, even though I was anything but.The driver hadn’t spoken beyond getting my address. There was no small talk, he didn’t even turn on the radio. Just forward motion. I caught my reflection in the darkened window, my jaw tightened as I replayed the last hour.From t

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