Page 47 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
I walk over and pull her into my arms, settling her against my chest.
She fits like she was meant to be there.
And maybe she was.
She falls asleep within minutes, but I lie awake for an hour, memorizing the weight of her against my body. Eventually, Igrab my phone and take another picture of her sleeping on me. It joins the dozen others I’ve taken since she moved in.
I can’t help myself.
Just like watching her on the security cameras, I need this visual proof that she’s here. That she’s mine.
When I’m sure she’s dead to the world, I slip out of bed and head for the door. I need a drink. But as I pass her dresser, something catches my eye.
The sunglasses.
The ones I watched her steal just days before Jill’s wedding sit there like a fucking invitation. I hesitate, knowing I shouldn’t. She’ll notice they’re gone.
But tonight was special. I introduced her to my family, my men. I want something to mark the occasion.
Just like I took her panties after our first time.
Before I can second-guess myself, I grab the sunglasses and head to the closet. There’s a false panel hidden behind my shirts, and I move it aside to reveal my secret.
Photos of Mia cover the small space. Some taken by the PI I hired, others by me during those weeks of watching her. She’s walking down the street, laughing with her friends, sitting at her desk completely unaware she’s being observed.
My cock hardens looking at them.
There’s something about seeing her like this—going about her day with no idea someone’s watching—that drives me absolutely fucking insane with want. It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong.
I don’t care.
I pick up the small box that holds my other treasures. A hair tie. Her panties from that first night. A tube of lip balm she left in my car.
Normal men don’t do this shit. Normal men don’t collect pieces of their women like souvenirs.
Good thing I’ve never claimed to be normal.
I add the sunglasses to the collection, and satisfaction settles deep in my bones. No one would understand this. Especially not Mia. But it feels right in a way I can’t explain and don’t want to analyze.
I replace the panel and back out of the closet, glancing at the bed to make sure she’s still sleeping peacefully.
I’ve never had to hide anything in my own house before. But I know this secret has to stay buried. If Mia ever discovered just how deep my obsession runs, she’d bolt.
And I can’t stand the thought of losing her.
That might actually drive me insane.
19
MIA
I wakeup on day ten of my mansion imprisonment with a revelation; even the most amazing house can feel like a gilded cage when you’re going stir-crazy.
Don’t get me wrong, Lorenzo’s place is straight out of a luxury magazine. The swimming pool alone is bigger than my entire LA apartment. But after ten days of living like a pampered prisoner, I’m about ready to climb the walls.
So I start my campaign to get Lorenzo to take me somewhere. Anywhere. A grocery store. A gas station. Hell, I’d settle for a drive-thru at this point.
For someone who’s been shockingly eager to please me since his goon dragged me back here kicking and screaming, Lorenzo is surprisingly stubborn about this particular request. He’s too worried about keeping me safe, which would be sweet if it wasn’t slowly driving me insane.
