Page 26 of Mafia Darling

The receptionist swallowed and dared another glance at me. “Ciao, Miss Mancini.” She clacked on her computer for a moment, and I looked around at the other couples in the waiting room. They were all staring at me, but quickly averted their eyes when I turned.

“Word will get around,” Marco muttered to me. “This was a mistake.” He’d been saying as much with his disapproving frown ever since we left the castello.

“It’s what she expects,” I said quietly. “And I won’t handle this like I did before.”

I wasn’t certain whether I meant Lucia or how I had treated Francesca earlier. Perhaps I meant both. News of a Ravazzani baby would make Francesca more of a target, but I would go with her everywhere—along with an army of guards, of course.

An older woman in scrubs came over, one I recognized. It was the wife of one of my men who had retired two years ago. “Signore Ravazzani,” she said, clasping her hands together. “Buona sera.”

I kissed her cheeks. “Signora Mancuso. You are looking well.”

“We hadn’t realized . . . That is, Signorina Mancini . . .”

Had a different last name, therefore no one knew this baby was mine. I lifted a brow. “It is joyous news, no?”

“Of course, of course. Congratulations on your blessing. Come with me. I will see you settled in one of the exam rooms.”

“Is it my turn already?” Francesca asked as I guided her after Signora Mancuso. “Normally I have to sit in the waiting room.”

“A Ravazzani does not wait.”

A sound of disgust escaped her mouth. “This is why I didn’t want you to come.”

“You should be thanking me. I have saved hours of your time.”

I settled in a chair in the examination room, while Francesca sat on the big padded chair with stirrups. Signora Mancuso handed Francesca an empty plastic cup, the kind used for urine samples. “You know where the bathroom is?”

Francesca nodded and started to leave the room with the cup. I stood, ready to follow. “It’s only around the corner, Fausto,” she hissed. “Stay here.”

“I go where you go.” I didn’t know these people. Therefore, I wasn’t letting Francesca out of my sight while we were off the estate.

With a roll of her eyes, she went into the corridor and I trailed her. I hadn’t been to a doctor’s office in many years, but it seemed they hadn’t changed much. Boring furniture, pastel walls. This one had photographs of babies everywhere, smiling mothers and fathers in hospital gowns. Hmm. For security, my son or daughter would need to be delivered at the castello, not a hospital. This was not the time for such a conversation with Francesca, however.

Soon we were back in the exam room. Signora Mancuso instructed Francesca to get in the gown and the doctor would be with us shortly. The door closed, leaving us alone, and Francesca stood there, unmoving, like she was waiting for me to do something.

I folded my hands on my lap. “I have already seen you undressed. That is how we found ourselves in this situation, if I recall.”

“That was before,” she snapped. “It’s different now.”

“Is it?”

Her arms flopped at her sides, as if I exasperated her. “At least turn around.”

“You know how I feel about taking orders from you.” I raked her body with a hot glance. “And I know you’d much rather follow my commands than give them.”

“God, you are the worst.”

With a huff, she turned and began undressing. She ignored me, but that didn’t stop me from looking.

Cazzo, she was gorgeous. Her skin had turned a deep gold from the sun, and her long toned legs led to that round ass I loved to bite. Her waist hadn’t filled out with the pregnancy yet, and I couldn’t wait to see her all round and lush with my child. Dark blond hair spilled over her back and I longed to run my fingers through it, wrap it around my fist and pull as I rode her from behind.

Then she shimmied out of her panties, pushing the silk and lace down her hips, and let the scrap of fabric fall to the ground. She bent to pick them up.

Madonna santa, that sight.

I was nearly panting, my cock half-hard. My heart galloped in my chest like I had run a race, and I forgot all about the painful scrape on my side and my terrible night’s sleep. I could only focus on her and this insatiable craving I had to touch her, to fuck her. To crawl inside her and never leave. She was a fever in my veins, an obsession, one I wasn’t certain I’d ever overcome.

I had to have her soon or I would go insane.

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