Mafia Binds Book 2: His Older Professor Lady

Nadia

Ugh!

I’m anxious.

I don’t remember the last time I stood in front of students to teach.I can’t even decide what to wear, even though I went shopping days ago — and I know it’s getting late.Why did I agree to this?

But of course, I had to.

And my hair?Gosh, I don’t know.

Minutes later, I’m done. I threw on everything I could find, didn’t even have time to put on makeup — not a single touch. I just need to take deep breaths in and out to calm my nerves.

Now I’m driving, rushing to the university campus, checking the time on my wristwatch every second — and the clock seems to move insanely fast, like it knows I’m late.

To think I haven’t even organized my lessons for the day... this only proves I wasn’t looking forward to this challenge.

Last night was hell — a rough one.I came home late, thinking I’d find my man cooking for me, or at least waiting for me in our house. But who was I fooling? No one but myself.

Haa!

I ended up cooking something for myself that took hours to finish because I can’t cook to save my life, ate late, and went to bed even later after a shower.

You see, I just didn’t have time to prepare for any of this — and now I’m going insane.

Ten minutes left.

The security checks my ID and car before letting me drive into the campus.The faculty building is far, but I drive carefully since there are students everywhere — I can’t risk anyone’s safety and end up in jail for the rest of my life.

I pull over at the parking lot, hop out with my bag and phone, lock the car, and stride quickly toward my office.Luckily, it’s not far.

I unlock the door, rush inside, breathing heavily and feeling heat all over my body — but I refuse to remove my blazer.I need it.

Checking the schedule and going through my papers — the register is here. Fine.I slip it into my bag.

The textbook and my notebook — which I haven’t written anything in yet.I flip the textbook to the right page and fold the corner so I won’t waste time looking for it in class.

I think I have everything, so I step out of the office — and a voice stops me from behind.

I turn quickly, still panting from rushing because I’m late.Another professor.

“Morning, Professor Smirnov,” he greets, flashing the widest smile ever.

“Morning, Professor,” I breathe out. “And I’m sorry, I’m very late.”

I wave goodbye and storm down the hallway.

In front of the classroom door.

Taking a deep breath in, holding it, and releasing before stepping inside the classroom — already full of students waiting.

Then, I nearly bump into a student who looks p*ss*d. I stare at him, but his expression shifts through different emotions I can’t read.

To avoid that, I ask, “Wrong class?”

Honestly, he looks like trouble — and I’m not ready for that.

He doesn’t answer, just hisses under his breath, turns away, and walks back to his seat.

A strong knot twists in my stomach, but I brush it off without anyone noticing and introduce myself to the class after placing my bag on the desk.

“Hi. I’m Professor Nadia Smirnov,” I say, facing the class. “But you can call me Ms. Smirnov. And I’d like to apologize for being late.”

Oof, I need an ice cream after this.

The class goes well — everyone’s behaving, participating... until something goes wrong.

That student.The very same one I hoped wouldn’t give me trouble.And he’s not only trouble — he’s a lunatic.

In class, his phone was loud. I tried to ignore it.I tried to silence him with a sharp look, hoping he’d take the hint — but he didn’t.

He had this stupid smirk on his face, like he was deliberately provoking me to call him to my office after class. And I guess he was, because now, he’s here.

Right in my office.

He shut the door — even though I told him to leave it open.And he’s grinning at me.

I never thought I’d come here to deal with someone like this.

Gosh, I’m too old for this kind of behaviour.

Why did I even agree to this?Now I’m regretting it — not entirely, but honestly, if only I had a choice.

“Tell me a good reason why you had to make noise in class, Mr. Ricci,” I say, leaning forward, hands clasped together, staring at his stupid grin.

“To get your attention,” he says — like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

He stands from his chair.

My eyes widen as I notice a print on his jeans.

So I ask, “Is that a gun?”

He quickly answers, “It’s my d*ck.”

What did I get myself into?

Romeo

We’re waiting for our new professor.

Sigh.

And she’s already ten minutes late.

I tap the heel of my Converse against the floor.

What the f*ck is this woman—a princess? The daughter of the university’s owner?

F*ck this. I’m leaving.

I grab my backpack from the desk.

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

Andd*mn.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 f*ck 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?

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

I can’t mo