Accidentally Sexting the Mafia Don

Back at my desk, I scanned the office. Men in expensive suits with stone-cold faces prowled the halls.

Any one of them could be Rex.

My only saving grace was that I’d never sent him a picture of my face. He couldn’t recognize me.

I opened our chat history again, combing through every line.

Finally, I found it. A conversation from last month. He’d told me he was shopping on the Magnificent Mile in Chicago, looking for cufflinks for a big event, and asked me to help him choose.

I’d picked out a pair of custom black onyx cufflinks with gold trim. He’d bought them.

I stood up, pretending to get coffee, and walked the hallways, my eyes glued to every man’s wrists.

Most wore long sleeves. The few cufflinks I saw were just generic styles.

Nothing.

I went back to my desk. An idea sparked. I had to test it.

I sent a text to Rex:

“Hey, you wearing those cufflinks I picked out for you?”

He replied almost instantly. “Of course.”

“I wear them every day. A reminder of you.”

Just then, the internal phone on my desk rang.

“Liliana, my office. Now.” It was my boss, Marco.

Marco Rossi was in his early thirties, with brown hair and dark eyes. He was a Capo in the family, high enough up to report directly to the Don, Alessandro Falcone.

I walked to his office, but as I reached the door, I heard his voice from inside.

It wasn't his usual cold, hard tone. It was soft, so sweet it made my skin crawl.

“Baby, I miss you,” he was saying to someone on the phone. “Come see me at the office later, okay?”

“I might have to work late tomorrow. The Don’s making an appearance to check on things… I have to be ready.” Marco’s voice was laced with respect, almost fear.

Don Alessandro. The head of the entire Falcone family. A man who was rumored to be ruthless.

“Okay, baby. See you soon.” Marco hung up.

I knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

“Liliana, have a seat.” He pointed to the chair across from his desk. “About tomorrow’s board meeting, I need you to prepare a detailed report.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, trying to keep my voice professional.

Marco started explaining the requirements, but as he reached for a glass of water on his desk, my eyes locked onto his cuffs.

And there they were. Gleaming. A pair of black onyx cufflinks with gold trim.

The exact same ones I’d picked for Rex.

My pen slipped from my fingers, clattering to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Marco looked up, his brow furrowed.

“N-nothing.” I bent down to pick up the pen, my heart hammering against my ribs. “It just slipped.”

“Boss, your cufflinks… they’re unique,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.

Marco glanced down at his wrist, a small smile playing on his lips. “You think so? They are pretty nice, right?”

I pushed, needing to be sure. “Where did you get them?”

He frowned, confused. “The Magnificent Mile.”

“Why, you like them?”

I forced a casual smile and waved it off.

“Oh, no reason. Just curious.”

Then I practically ran out of there.

I stumbled back to my desk, my mind reeling. I was almost certain: Marco was "Rex."

But if that was true, who was he calling "baby" on the phone?

Was he cheating on me with a secret lover?

Oh, my God.