Page 67 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
“Give me the phone.”
It’s not a request. It’s a command from a man who’s used to being obeyed without question.
“N-no,” she stammers, but her voice is already shaking.
“It wasn’t a request.”
Lorenzo reaches across the counter and plucks the phone from her hand. The transformation when he speaks to the manager is remarkable—pure charm poured over steel.
“Hello, this is Lorenzo Andretti. There was a small misunderstanding involving my wife.” His voice is honey and silk, but his eyes remain cold as winter. “Of course she was planning to pay for the lipstick. In fact, I’m planning to spend several thousand dollars in your beautiful boutique today.”
He listens for a moment, then hands the phone back to the now-pale sales associate.
“Is that all you wanted, baby?” He turns that devastating smile on me, and my knees go weak.
I pull the lipstick from my purse, my cheeks burning. “This too, I guess.”
“I’m afraid we’ll have to pay for it.” His eyes dance with amusement. “This time.”
The embarrassment starts to fade as he piles everything I picked out onto the counter. I notice he’s changed clothes since this morning, gone from casual to a perfectly tailored suit that screams wealth and power.
I wonder what he did today. That phone call from Luca this morning was about the kidnapping attempt, I’m sure of it. Lorenzo was probably torturing information out of that van driver.
The thought should freak me out.
Instead, I feel relieved that the bastard who tried to grab me isn’t walking free.
When Lorenzo finishes paying—I don’t even want to know how much damage we just did—he carries my bags to his SUV. Aldo’s vehicle is gone, along with Aldo himself.
“Thank you,” I say quietly as we drive through the busy Vegas streets.
Lorenzo stops at a red light and turns to study me. “You know you don’t need to steal anything, right? I can buy you whatever you want.”
“You know it’s not about that.”
His grin is pure sin. “I know. It’s about your need to walk on the wild side. You want to be bad, just a little bit.”
“You’d know something about that.”
The words come out flirtier than I intended, and Lorenzo leans closer. His cologne wraps around me like expensive smoke, and I get lost in the heat of his stare. When he kisses me, it’s possessive and demanding, his tongue sliding against mine while his hand tangles in my hair.
Heat floods between my thighs, reminding me of the confusing desire I felt earlier. The way he looked when he talked about watching me, like I was something precious he couldn’t resist.
I break away before I can get completely lost in him.
I don’t need lust clouding my judgment right now. Too many secrets are still hanging between us, and I need answers before I let him distract me with his mouth.
When we pull into the driveway, there are unfamiliar cars parked near the house. Inside, Dario and Luca are waiting in the living room, their expressions grim.
“We need to talk,” Dario says, his voice hard as granite.
Lorenzo hands me my shopping bags with a small smile. “Maybe you should go try on that lipstick.”
I roll my eyes but head upstairs. After putting my new clothes away, I pause at the top of the stairs. Whatever they’re discussing down there involves the kidnapping attempt, I’m sure of it. And if they’re talking about the people who tried to grab me, I want to hear every word.
Right now, I can’t fully trust Lorenzo to tell me the truth.
I creep back downstairs and press myself against the wall next to his office door. It’s cracked open just enough for me to hear.
