Page 90 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
“I’m coming,” Lorenzo says.
Santi looks at me, and I nod. I want him there. I’m tired of feeling conflicted and fighting this. I don’t entirely trust him yet, but I don’t want to be away from him any longer either.
My brothers don’t fight me on it, and we all return to the compound except for Gael. When we arrive, we go straight to my father’s house, where I’ve been staying.
He’s waiting for us in the living room, and I swear the temperature drops as we walk into the room. His anger doesn’t burn hot like Lorenzo’s. It’s an icy fury that seems to radiate out from him, and I suddenly understand Lorenzo’s desire to ally himself with my father.
He’s a scary guy.
“Did he hurt you?” he asks, his eyes flicking over me as if he’s looking for signs of injury.
“No.”
I know my arm is probably bruised, but I don’t want to upset him more than he already is. A few bruises aren’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things.
“I’m going to go take care of this,” he says, and I have a feeling Santi was right when he said this would be the end of the Demonios. “Your brothers are coming with me, and I want you to stay here.”
“I’m staying with her,” Lorenzo says.
They look at each other for a moment, as if they’re the only two men in the room. I get the feeling they’re communicating without words, and I just hope it won’t lead to more aggression between them.
“Gael told me you saved my little girl,” my dad finally says.
I want to object to being called that, but he’s speaking to Lorenzo with what I would describe as grudging respect, so I don’t want to interrupt.
“She’s mine to protect, always.” Lorenzo puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him.
My dad doesn’t look thrilled, but he nods. “Fine. Stay here and look after her. I have to go teach a lesson.”
“You mean, send a message?” Lorenzo asks with a smirk.
There’s a flicker of amusement in my dad’s eyes too. I don’t think it’s funny at all, but whatever eases the tension between them is fine with me.
Lorenzo takes me to my room, the only guest bedroom being used in the house at the moment. It’s large and comfortable with a big window that provides a stunning view of the grounds.
I miss Lorenzo’s house, though. Or rather, my house. I guess if I’m going to stay married to him, I should think of it that way.
Lorenzo guides me to the bed and urges me to take a seat at the edge. His hands run down my arms gently, and he scowls as he sees the fingerprint bruises forming on my skin.
“I should’ve killed him slower.”
I smile, despite the fact that he’s talking about murdering a man. I’ve come around to accepting him more than I ever thought I would in the beginning.
“I’m glad you didn’t. I don’t want to see that.”
His eyes soften. “I’m sorry you had to witness violence again. I don’t want you to have to go through that shit.”
“It’s okay.” He shoots me a disbelieving look, and my smile widens. “Well, it’s not really okay, but I think...I think it’s worth it.”
Elena was right about that.
“I missed you, Mia,” he says, his hands moving to my thighs and running over the bare skin there.
“It’s only been two days.”
“So?”
I chuckle. “And I’m pretty sure you were watching me the whole time.”
