The Mafia Kidnapped Me

(8) Catching Feelings?

Ps: the picture is Pamela.

For two days, Pamela couldn't get over the kiss she had shared with Devlin.

Devlin!

Had she been crazy? What had she been thinking?

The moment she'd returned to her room that night, all cold and dying with desire, she'd been reminded of what she was doing and how stupid it was and so she'd gone straight to the shower to wash his hands off her. It had been a struggle to sleep that night too. She'd tossed and turned and couldn't help but regret what she'd done.

The mafia was arrogant and was therefore bound to be worse after the kiss. How had she fallen for his antics and tricks? Why had she let him make her feel like he had power over her and could subdue her by just a simple kiss?

For the two days, she'd insisted on eating in her room, ignoring protests from Helen and her mom to join them in the dining room. She couldn't bear the thought of walking into the whole family gathering - well not the whole family gathering per se just him and her mom - and seeing them - him - thinking of her as a weakling and as a cheap, whoring Stockholm-syndromed xx chromosome.

He wouldn't care anyway. He could have any woman he wanted - hot, sexy, sophisticated, ladies, so he definitely wouldn't care if she didn't come down to eat.

Today was the third day. Again, Helen came to plead with her.

"Please lady Pamela, the boss will skin me alive. This time he said if I don't bring you out he's going to feed me to his dogs – and you don't want to meet his dogs." She made a horrified face.

"He did not say that." She replied, trying to calm her heart for being happy that he needed her down so badly. Stupid, treacherous, and traitorous heart. You should be ashamed that you're not repulsed.

"Well, no." Susan laughed. "But the look of his face is screaming all that."

Pamela groaned. "Fine."

The smile Helen rewarded her with was satisfying enough.

She walked into the dining room, praying fervently that Devlin wouldn't be there, as he sometimes skipped breakfast. And if he was, she was hoping he had developed amnesia and had forgotten the kiss. But what were the chances?

The kiss had been the most electrifying and passionate one she'd never had - maybe because of the dangerous excitement kissing a mafia brought, or the fact that she hadn't kissed in a while, she wasn't sure. She just knew that if she had amnesia, she would remember the kiss. For sure.

But on the other hand, the kiss was embarrassing. She couldn't help but chide herself. What the hell had she been thinking? She should have kicked him in the balls or gutted him or brained him with a club if one had been handy. She shouldn't have shivered with pleasure, she shouldn't have moaned against his lips and she most certainly shouldn't have enjoyed the goddamned kiss!

Her prayers were not answered as the huge elephant was in the room, looking good enough to eat. Her mom too, and to her pleasure, Peter. That brightened her spirits. She certainly could use some humor in her life right now.

She took her time walking into the dining room and she couldn't help but notice how the trio talked freely. Devlin even laughed at something Dorothea said. He seemed almost handsome and free, like a bird, without the world's burden bearing down on him.

She took a deep breath and plodded on, feeling especially beautiful today. The gown she wore was a beautiful red one that was barely reaching her knees and hugged her body well. She wore strap heels to feel better and in control.