Page 31 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

Slowly, his fingertips glide down toward the place where the lace hugs my breast.

I can't look.

But I also can't look away.

"I wonder how much you'll pretend with me," he whispers. One of his fingertips skates right along the cup, getting perilously close to my nipple, which is poking through the lace at his touch.

"Pretend?" I repeat. Like a total idiot.

Marco's lips curl into a smile. "You want to pretend we're together. Pretend that you and I chose each other. That there was never a lie between us. What else will you have me pretend?" he purrs.

But the edge of his voice has turned hard.

I pull out of his grasp, panting as I spin and stare at him. "You said you'd help," I say.

He nods, tilting his head. "I did."

"So you need to help."

"I am. "

I shut my eyes. "You're not."

Marco's voice is like silk. "I'm not?"

"No," I whisper. "Because Liam knows..."

I freeze.

Marco stands, his fabric-covered body rustling. "What about Liam?"

No point in telling him a lie. "Liam knows I'd never... date someone like you."

"And you know this how?"

My nostrils flare. I look Marco directly in the eye. "Because I hate mafia men, Marco. With every fiber of my being. So if you want to help, you're going to have to be someone else, or convince Liam that somehow I've changed my entire personality... for you."

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MARCO

Her words are oddlyshocking to me.

For one thing, Roisin is not just from ‘a mafia family’. Her family is as old as mine when it comes to organized crime, and just as successful. She’s absolutely not some kind of outlier, or someone who is adjacent to this world.

Her father is the MacAntyre that supplied the guns for part of the rebels in Ireland. They’ve been a part of Irish resistance for years.

Not for the cause, though. For a healthy, healthy paycheck.

The fact that she’s staring up at me, her green eyes wide with rage, her hair wriggling out from the tight bun that she wrangled it into earlier, her cheeks flushed with rage…

I can see the blush of her anger, all the way down to the tops of her breasts.

Her breasts that are just begging for my touch.

When I came in to this dressing room, I expected to find her ready to go. I informed the shop attendants that it would be three hours and then I needed her, because we would be on the road to wherever Liam and Stassi are.

I didn’t expect to find her…

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