Page 65 of Mafia Darling

I stared at the glittering ring on my left hand, the heavy jewelry that belonged to his mother. The words were true, I did love him. I’d been falling for him since the day he told me I could keep Lamborghini. Possibly even before. I liked the darkness inside him, the barely leashed violence. He was the most powerful man in Europe, richer than a king, and he fucked me like he couldn’t ever get enough.

I tilted my head to meet his eyes. “I love you, but if you break my heart again, I will carve yours out of your chest and feed it to your pigs.”

The look on his face told me he liked my words. “There is my bloodthirsty queen.” He gently lifted me off his softening erection and rolled me onto my back. His hand cradled my face. “You are everything to me. I tried to survive without you but could not do it. No matter what happens, I will always love you. I want you right here with me until I take my last breath.”

My heart thumped hard as my chest expanded with emotion. “I never thought when you drugged me and dragged me all the way to Italy that I would marry you.”

“I can be very persuasive when there is something I want.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Speaking of, I want to get married as quickly as possible.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed him off me. Give this man an inch . . . “Slow your roll, Ravazzani.” I got to my feet and started toward the shower. “I know we’re having a shotgun wedding and all, but give me a minute to breathe.”

He came up behind me and smacked my ass. “That is for your sassy mouth, monella. Get in the shower and I will see if I can convince you.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Francesca

Fausto was still in the shower and I was starving.

Being pregnant and fucking that man had really taken it out of me tonight. I slid on my robe and left our bedroom. There had to be leftover pasta somewhere in the fridge.

As I started down the stairs, I heard arguing from the other wing. It sounded like Gia and Emma. God, these two fighting was the last thing I needed right now. I hurried toward Emma’s bedroom and threw open the door.

They both started and spun toward me. The silence didn’t last, though, and they both began talking at once. Lifting my hand, I cut them off and hissed, “Will you keep it down?”

Emma blurted, “Frankie—”

“Keep quiet,” Gia ordered her sister.

I inhaled and let it out slowly. “What is going on with you two?”

“I have to talk to you,” Emma said, her expression troubled.

“About what? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” Gia said.

“We saw what was down there,” Emma said.

Gia cursed, but I was still confused. “Down where?” What the hell were they talking about?

Gia shot Emma a look that could have withered the entire vineyard. “It’s no big deal, Frankie. We just had a quick look in the dungeon.”

My jaw fell open, my post-orgasm high evaporating. “What the fuck? I said you couldn’t go down there. How did you manage it?”

Emma folded her arms across her chest and glared at Gia, doing their twin mind-meld thing where they spoke silently to each other.

“We knew you didn’t want to go down there, and we didn’t want to push you.” Gia sat on the bed and shrugged. “So we just figured we’d ask Giulio to take us instead.”

“And he agreed?”

“Gia told Giulio that you said it was okay,” Emma said flatly.

“What the fuck? I can’t believe you would lie to him like that.”

“I’m sorry. Don’t be mad.”

“Too late. I’m beyond mad. I’m furious. They kill and torture people down there, Gia!”

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