Mafia Ties Book 2: Mafia Student And His Professor

Matteo

We’re waiting for our new professor.

Sigh.

He’s already ten minutes late.

I tap the heel of my Converse against the floor.

What the fuck is this guy—a prince? The son of the university’s owner?

Fuck this. I’m leaving.

I grab my backpack from the desk.

Just as I turn to go, the door swings open.

And damn. My heart starts hammering—so loud I can hear it in my ears. Maybe even loud enough for the rest of this class to hear, not that I give a single fuck about any of them.

But why the hell is my heart doing this? No one has ever made me feel like this before.

What is it about this professor that’s making me feel... exposed?

He’s standing just two inches away, and our eyes lock. I’m trying not to stare, trying not to scan his features—but I already know my eyes are going to betray me.Shit.I should be in control—of my body, my mind, everything.

I can’t move.

I frown, confused.

What the hell is it with this guy?

I can’t even deny it—he’s gorgeous. Like, dangerously gorgeous. I’ve never seen a man this fucking beautiful. Even Matius doesn’t stand a chance against him.

I’m still standing in front of him, frozen like a dumbass.

“Wrong class?” he asks, lips parting into the softest shape—baby-pink and full. The question is stupid.

I hiss under my breath and turn back to my seat without a word.

Everyone’s staring, but again—I don’t give a single fuck.

What I do care about is this professor.

I’m going to find out why he made my heart react like that.It’s not pounding anymore—but there’s this weird tingling that hasn’t gone away.

Back at my desk.

In my entire school life—primary, elementary, you name it—I’ve never given a teacher the privilege of holding my attention.Thanks to my father’s wit and my mother’s sharp ears, I’ve always passed.

But this professor? This complete stranger?He has my full fucking attention.

He sets his bag on the desk.

There’s something about his body—something unfamiliar. His build.

He’s not like me.

His frame is medium-soft, athletic, well-built. That tight black shirt shows everything. Me? I’m bulky. Strong. The type that hits the gym every day—well, I do.

And I’ve never looked at a man like this before.

Not even a woman.

He puts on his silver, geometric-framed glasses. His stance? Untouchable.

I watch him move from the desk, rub his hands together, adjust his glasses—smooth, clean, confident.

“Hi. I’m Professor Sergei Pavlov,” he says, facing the class. “But you can call me Mr. Pavlov. And I’d like to apologize for being late.”

Right before that, he licked his lips.

And fuck his soft Russian accent. Something in my pants twitched.

Shit.

He’s officially overloaded my curiosity.

I want to know everything about him.Every. Fucking. Thing.

He just became my Person of Interest.

My POI.

A vibration buzzes from my pocket, snapping my eyes away from him.

I take out my phone.

Group chat:

Andrei:

Fight-club tournament starts early tonight.

I leave him on read. I’m not interested.Not now.

I stare at the professor, thinking of a way to get his attention. Something that'll make him call me to his office after class.

Hmm...

Aha. Yes.

I turn my phone volume all the way up and start typing.

Me:

I can’t be there.

I place the phone on the desk.

Matius:

If you grew a thing, please tell us.

Andrei:

I’ll drag that thing out of that class myself.

I cross my arms over my chest, eyes locked on the professor.

Strangely, my loud-ass phone doesn’t seem to bother him.

Typing…

Me:

I quit.

My eyes snap back to him.

My phone rings and buzzes and pings, annoying the shit out of everyone.

I see the professor’s neck muscles twitch from where I sit. He’s trying to ignore it.

Now everyone’s stopped watching him and is glaring at me.

Like I care.

I’d shoot bullets into their eyes while they sleep.

The sound finally gets to him.

“You,” he says, pointing directly at me. “Put your phone on silent. Now. ”His voice is sharp, irritated.“ And follow me after this.”

Fuck, this man is gorgeous.

I pick up my phone with a smirk, fingers typing:

Me:

I’ll be a bit late.

That smile slips out again as I tuck the phone back into my jeans.

He speaks like a god, and while he’s teaching, I’m watching.

Every. Single. Move.

The way he turns. The way he adjusts his glasses. The slight curl at the nape of his hair. The sharp line of his jaw. His voice.

I try to sit upright and focus on the lesson, but my eyes keep drifting—To his lips.To the curve of his neck.

To the perfect view of his back when he turns to the chalkboard.

He’s my white dove.

A white dove with eyes I can’t wait to dive into. I want to discover whatever secrets they’re hiding.

Is time even moving?

A few minutes later, he finally says, “I’ll see you all soon,” as he grabs his bag and walks out.

I’m the first to follow.

Lucky for me, his office isn’t far.

Not that I mind. I like being behind him.

Watching the way he walks. Admiring... everything.

His dark slacks are fitted, hugging his ass just right. I’ve never stared at a guy’s ass before—girls, sure, but not like this. But his? Yeah, this one wins.

I can’t wait to have his attention all to myself. I want to be the first—and only—student to walk into his office.

And I want it to stay that way.

Maybe I’ll invent some invisible wire that strangles anyone else who tries to enter. Ha. Brilliant idea.

I don’t trust the other professors either.

I’ll have to come up with a plan to keep them away.

Everyone should stay at least one meter—No, two. Some people have long-ass arms.

I need to find out if he has a boyfriend or girlfriend. So far, no ring. Check.

I smirk and step into his office.

I go to close the door.

“No, leave it half open like that,” he says, already in his chair.

Another smirk slips out.

I close it anyway.

He shoots me a confused look, but I ignore it.

I sit in the chair—at first, far from his desk.

Then I get up, drag it forward until there’s no space between us—And sit.

He huffs, clearly uncomfortable. Gulps. Trying to calm himself, maybe.

Why?

My eyes are on him, just studying.

I love the way his side fade hair-cut frames his face.

He narrows his eyes at me. Now those sharp, sexy brows are furrowed.

Damn. If he knew what that did to me, he wouldn’t do it.

His nose is slim, pointy, a little long.

His lips are baby pink. Delicate. Perfect.

He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest and stomach.

“Tell me a good reason why you had to make a noise in class, Mr. De Luca.”

I grin.

He used my last name.

“You can call me Matteo,” I say.

One brow lifts.

“To get your attention.”

Now both brows go up.

He clears his throat, leaning forward.

Good.I want him closer. No space.

Now I can smell him.

His scent is calming, addictive.

I don’t give a fuck about colognes—But his? I want to know it.

“Why?” he asks.

Instead of answering, I push my chair back with a loud scrape and stand.

His eyes narrow, tense.

“Is that a gun?” he asks, standing too.

“No,” I say, glancing between him and my backpack.

“Then what is it?” That Russian accent again—Lord, it's hot.

Am I really falling for him this fast? Now Russian accents are sexy? This is confusing as fuck.

But I love challenges.

And this man—he’s going to be my favourite one yet.

The university knew I needed a new obsession and delivered. I should celebrate tonight... with a fight.

Pity the guy I’m up against. He better come armoured.

The professor’s eyes are glowing with curiosity.

I’ve never seen anything like them—Silver, ocean-green... hypnotic.

I grin.

“It’s my shaft,” I say.

Wiggle my brows.

“You like it?”

Matteo

After leaving Professor Sergei in shock—or wait, let me call him Sergei, because he’s already mine…

Again.

After leaving Sergei in what seemed like shock—though, was it shock or was he impressed? I couldn’t read his expression.

Shrugs.

Doesn’t matter. I’ll be seeing him soon after the fight.

I rush back home—the house I share with Matius, my twin brother. We’re opposites in almost everything, even though people swear we look alike. I say they’re crazy. Matius is gorgeous, sure, but not drop-dead gorgeous like Sergei. And I’m not just gorgeous—I’m handsome. Big difference.

Matius is hyper and sassy. I’m calm and manly. Total opposites. I’ll have to ask Sergei if he likes hyper people when we finally spend that weekend together... which, trust me, is happening soon.

Snorts.

God, I’m excited.

Twisting