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“Yes, to being my wife." Her brows furrow as her orgasm and my words collide with one final thrust.

I have her where I want her. Vulnerable. Not thinking clearly. And fuck knows I will use it to get what I want.

“Yes!” she screams, coming all over my hand and sealing her fate as I slip the large diamond ring on her finger.

That was easier than I thought.

Chapter 29

Lily

“So, you’re getting married.” Holly’s words pull me from my thoughts, and I glance from her to the large diamond ring on my finger.

How did this even happen? One minute, I was having an orgasm, screaming out in ecstasy. The next minute, I was on this jet, on my way to Italy to get married. To the Don of the Mafia.

As much as I explained that my ‘yes’ was an expression of my state of orgasmic bliss, Dominico was hearing none of it, except a ‘yes’ to his proposal. It was like talking to a brick wall. A delicious six-foot-four panty-soaking brick wall.

I was confused because I didn’t know what angle he was playing here. There must be some hidden agenda, an unknown benefit he would receive by marrying me. I just couldn’t figure out what it was. I have no money, except for the bounty on my head. Even my stash of floorboard money is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps it was left there when Matteo moved my things. Even if I did have it, it would be toomeagre to entice Dominico. So what else could it be? Perhaps he knew my secret and thought that by marrying me I would reveal it. I now know it would help him. But why not just torture it out of me? That would be easier than marrying me. Ugh, I hated not knowing. It made me feel on edge and in the dark. Once again, everything is out of my control.

“Earth to Lily,” Holly says, smiling as she hands me a glass of champagne—the second one. Everyone is celebrating our upcoming nuptials. Everyone but me. I feel like a pawn, and I need to figure out my purpose.

“Sorry, I’m still in shock.” I try to smile, but it comes out more like a grimace, so I give up and sip my drink instead.

The light glints off the ring on my finger, reminding me of the situation I find myself in, so I swap hands and shove my hand and the offending object under my thigh. If I’m being honest, there’s nothing offensive about it. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. But I can’t help wishing it symbolized something more than a shackle.

Holly, who joined me at the back of the jet moments ago, leans into the aisle, clearly searching for someone. Nero. He was a magnet, and she was trying to resist. He was somewhere in the front with Dominico and Dante, probably discussing me as leverage for whatever plan I was unaware of, I think bitterly.

“What’s the story with the two of you?” I ask, eager to change the topic.

“What? Who?” She looks guilty as she pretends she doesn’t have a giant lady boner for the clearly smitten underboss. I noticed how she reacted when he smacked her ass earlier. Holly looks at me as if I am the one who has said something bizarre.

“You and Nero. There is clearly something going on.” Her eyes widen, and her red cheeks contradict her overly rambunctious denial.

“You must be kidding me. That Viking wannabe drives me nuts. The way he thinks he can just boss people around. It’s ridiculous.”

I laugh, and she turns a shade redder.

“They are all like that. I was having the best orgasm of my life when Dominico slid a proposal in there, my shouts of positive affirmation taken as acceptance. I mean, who even does that? It's insane.”

It’s her turn to laugh, and I can’t help but join in. Perhaps I was having a delirious panic attack, as this shouldn't be as funny as it is. Maybe it's the alcohol. Whatever it is, it breaks the ice between us, and after another two glasses of champagne, we feel tipsy and laugh at everything.

“Oh my god. I need to pee. Where is the bathroom on this tin can?” I joke, getting up and stumbling down a passage. Holly shouts for me to be careful, but, in her drunken state, doesn’t even bother to get up and help me.

I locate the bathroom, if it can even be called that. This is a luxurious private jet, and the bathrooms spare no extravagance. There is even a shower in here. After I relieve myself, I stand by the basin, leaning forward as I take in the woman staring back at me. Who is she?

I’m wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and my brown hair is tied in a high ponytail. Rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes stare back at me.

“Wow, you look pretty good for a captive,” I mumble to my reflection before splashing some water on my face. As I dry off, the large ring catches my attention.

I hold my hand up, taking in the piece that looks like it belongs on royalty.

“It was my mother's ring.” I nearly jump out of my skin as Dominico steps into the bathroom, which now feels much too small.

"Your mother's ring?" I repeat, holding my hand up again and wondering why he would give a pawn such a precious heirloom. Itdidn't make sense. But the alternative also didn't make sense. So once again, I am confused. I drop my hand, my eyes finding his as he pushes away from the doorframe he is leaning against and slowly approaches me.

It is a struggle to stay rooted to the spot. Not to retreat. But I do, my neck craning as he stands before me.

"What is going on in that head of yours?" His gaze searches my face, and I avert mine when I feel the telltale prickle of tears threatening to join the party. I want to blame it on the alcohol, but it is fear. I am afraid that all I am is a means to an end I cannot see, that I mean nothing to him. Because he means something to me. I have become emotionally attached to a man who probably does not feel the same way. Stupid Lily!

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