Texting Mr. Mafia – Text Me You Love Me Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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As I read this message, another appears. Ignore that. I think I’m just on the edge.

Yet I can’t ignore it. I thought the same thing. I’m about to reply when Luca walks into the bathroom. “Come on, bro. Mom’s ordered champagne. We’re going to toast the new deal.”

“This is a fucking joke,” I snarl, pushing past him. “Toast it without me.”

Instead of taking the left to the restaurant, I turn right, open the fire escape door, and walk onto the street. I’ve got as far as my car when Mom comes running after me. “Elio, wait!”

I turn, stunned at the tone of her voice. The last time I heard her sound this terrified was when Dad had his stroke. Her eyes are glistening like she could break down in tears at any moment.

“Mom?” I touch her arm. “What’s wrong?”

“You can’t leave,” she says. “Please. You have to stay. You have to toast the deal with us.”

“Why?” I snap. “Are we that concerned with keeping up appearances with the Shanks? The deal is done. The money will be made. Surely, that’s all that matters.”

“Please, Elio,” she says. “For me.”

I grind my teeth. I want to ask her more. Something’s going on here. I’m sure of it. Something more than a deal.

“Mom.” I pull her into a hug. “Is there something you want to tell me? Is Russel threatening you? Is—”

“It’s nothing like that,” Mom cuts in, her voice trembling with emotion. “Your… your father wants this. Your father needs it. Doesn’t he deserve to make a deal? You know how happy business makes him.”

As far as I can tell, Dad barely knows he’s here, but I won’t say that to Mom. It would break her heart. Anyway, he must know he’s here since he’s talking to Mom. It’s just everybody else he refuses to or can’t speak to.

“Okay,” I say, sighing, “but only for you, Mom. If I had my way, I’d beat that druggy bastard into the dirt.”

I know Mom is going through the wringer when she doesn’t even get angry at me for swearing.

CHAPTER 5

Scarlet

I sit in the breakroom, my phone on the table. After I texted Elio about suspecting his friend, I got no response. They’re gone now. They ordered champagne, laughter coming from their table, the younger Marino brother clapping my possible loan shark on the back.

I’m staring at my phone like a freak, gazing at the three unanswered texts, praying for my phone to vibrate, wanting it so badly. It’s not just that he said I don’t have to be scared, and he seemed willing to help me. It’s just him, too—talking to him and feeling wanted by him, even if it’s all in my head.

I almost jump when my phone finally vibrates.

It would be one hell of a coincidence, his message reads. But stranger things have happened. Give me your address, Scarlet.

His demanding tone gives me pause. Through all the bull crap with Dad—the schemes, the fails, the moves—I’ve learned to be suspicious. Usually, I don’t have to remind myself to be suspicious, but with Elio, I do. It’s like something warm and glowy deep inside me tells me he’d never hurt or betray me. How can he betray me when we don’t have a bond to begin with?

Why? I reply.

I’m going to arrange for your property to be protected in case the loan shark returns.

Wouldn’t it be easier to pay them? I send, then regret it right away. I sound like I’m trying to shake him down for cash.

I’m unsure what the time is or if it’s time to return to work. I’d normally be completely zonked by this point in the day, especially after so little sleep, but seeing Elio has jolted something in me. I have to remember all the times Dad walked out and came home with chaos.

I have to remember the broken promises and the sour looks, always like he wished I wasn’t even there and would have preferred for me to disappear like all our money. I can’t trust people. Not even Mom, in the end. But is that fair? Isn’t it the pills’ fault?



Three dots appear. I’m staring at the screen like I want to make my own eyes bleed. Maybe that’s the most melodramatic way I could think about this, but that’s how it feels, and it’s been a dramatic couple of days. They vanish. I bite down. He thinks I’ve made this whole thing up to steal his money. He probably has countless people doing this every single day. Always trying to take, take, take.



Oh, they’re back again. Good. It gives me more time to think about how he will phrase it when he tells me to get lost. He’s not going to want anything to do with me. Annnnnd… they’re gone. Great.

The door to the breakroom opens. It’s Terri. “Are you trying to get fired, girl? You’re on the final push now. Don’t be a quitter.”



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