A Mafia Boss Got Me: Michael: Just Bae's Dark Mafia Romance Collection, #2

By Just Bae

Sometimes he just needed to force some sense into some people, but Michael's little sister Carlina was a whole new type of problem.

Michael was a savage of a mob boss. So brutal was his authority, that no one would ever dare question him…unless they wanted to feel his anger. His word was final.

When his sister Carlina was brought to him, he expected absolute obedience.

Carlina knew she would take him by storm. She was fire and lighting personified, and she yielded to no man…except her love, otherwise known as Michael's archrival: the deputy chief of police.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Just Bae
• Release date: Oct 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215494745

Just Bae

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Chapter One

It had started all by accident.

Carlina’s grandfather was a tailor, a damn good one at that. While his son had had his sights set on a comfortable office job crunching numbers, the elderly man had cared for his granddaughter. Keeping her safe, rolling fabric onto bolts. As she got older, that extended to ordering and stock organizing of it - especially when he started teaching her everything he knew. The only condition of the knowledge was not to come onto the floor when the shop was open.

He never said why, and she never thought to pry. Until she was older, an adult in her own right, and the long days were taking a visible toll on him. Nonno, let me help. Her grandfather hadn’t taught her much Italian, her retention for second languages wasn’t great, but she never forgot the word Nonno. He had reluctantly agreed, on the condition, she promise to be careful - some of their most loyal customers were not people you wanted to get on the wrong side of.

It wouldn’t be long before she saw exactly what he meant.

Paolo! a smooth voice rang through the shop, Carlina sure she could almost feel it along the floorboards as she stuck just behind her grandfather’s shoulder when he greeted the man, the voice being familiar enough that she could guess it was a regular. Where have you been hiding this one? It took Carlina a moment to realize he was referring to her as her grandfather proudly said, Michael, essere al settimo cielo!

Grazie, my old friend. Who’s this bella signorina?

Michael, this is my lovely granddaughter, Carlina.

The man’s gaze softened to warmth, as if Carlina were a member of his family, a pleased comment of Keeping business in the family, as it should be. He smiled kindly as he shook Carlina’s small hand. Afterward, Paolo moved at a shuffle to herd the men to the fitting area while he pulled his tape measure from where it had hung under his collar.

Michael, who seemed to be the ‘head’, was eagerly chatting away as Carlina moved in near-perfect sync around her grandfather, noting measurements given in barely more than a whisper, knowing exactly what bolt he wanted pulled based on even vague half thoughts. By the end of the selection, Michael and his men had bought at least three suits each. Before he left, he was holding Carlina’s face in his old hands. God forbid the day Paolo passes, but I think this place will be in safe hands with you, nipotina! The man turned a smile to Paolo, patting him on the shoulder as he exited.

It continued much the same, for nearly a year. In that time, she had come to figure out that a shocking amount of such customs were part of the Italian crime families. A fact only solidified when his shop went up in flames thanks to old wiring - the revolving door of guests to his hospital room looking like a casting for The Sopranos.

While Carlina’s grandfather, Paolo was too broke and old to run his tailor shop, Carlina was intent on keeping the family business going.

Clearing out her savings, she bought a hearse. When it came to bolts of fabric, she picked them with their current clients in mind, kitting it out as something like a portable workbench. She still did most of the cutting and sewing at home, on the floor of her studio apartment, but it served well enough to travel to clients and keep the bills paid.

It was doing well when her grandfather passed. Despite the distraction, her grandfather’s loyalist customers attended the funeral - all wearing his designs. Carlina kept her composure, but couldn’t stop the tears from running at the sight.

A year and a half later

Carlina had gotten up early to visit her grandfather’s grave before her appointments. Taking the time to crouch, head resting on the side of his headstone as she spoke to him. Like she did every week. Unsure if she really believed he could hear her wherever he may be. It was times like this she envied his faith, and the comfort it must have brought him in life.

Thankfully, her first appointment of the day was the same man from her first day on the floor of her grandfather’s shop. As always, the man welcomed her at the door by catching her cheeks in his hands and dropping a brisk kiss on her forehead.

Mornin’, she greeted, a work bag hanging from her shoulder as she unlocked the door.

Something was different, there was a new face today with the old man. He didn’t look much older than Carlina, but her patience was running thin at the way he was looking at her.

This is my son. Michael Jr., this is Carlina - Paolo’s granddaughter. The predatory look turned to something softer.

Nice to meet you. I’m sorry for your loss. Michael’s voice was gentle, not as rumbling as his father’s, but you could hear the family resemblance.

Not a loss. We know exactly where he is, Carlina said, helping RJ onto the folding platform as he chuckled (used to her dark humor method of coping by now). However, that day would be the start of a series of events she would later come to loathe.

Two months later

The elder Michael passed and his son took over the ‘business’. Despite having gone to law school, Michael,