Page 94 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
What the actual fuck?
“You think this is funny?” I swipe angrily at the tears sliding down my cheeks. “I just poured my heart out and you’re sitting there grinning like?—”
“Like the woman I’m crazy about just told me she loves me?” He unfolds from the bed with predatory grace, stalking toward me. “Yeah, Mia. That makes me pretty fucking happy.”
My brain short-circuits as he closes the gap between us. He’s still completely naked, still semi-hard despite everything we just did, and the sight of all that bronze skin makes my mouth go dry.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper as his arms slide around my waist.
“You’ve got it backward,dolcezza.” His forehead drops to rest against mine, and his breath is warm against my lips. “I don’t want a divorce. The thought of it makes me want to burn the world down. But I’ll do it if that’s what it takes to prove I’m not using the marriage as a means to obtain an alliance. If we do divorce, I’m not going anywhere.”
“So, we’d date?”
He shrugs. “Whatever you want to call it. All I know is that you’re mine, and I’m yours.”
I frown. My tears have dried up now, and I’m starting to think that I might have overreacted. “Then, why bother divorcing at all?”
“I thought it might help you to believe that I love you too.”
My heart skips a beat. There it is, one more surprise that I didn’t see coming.
“What did you just say?”
His smile grows wider, and it’s the happiest I’ve ever seen him. “I love you, Mia Andretti.”
I pop up on my tiptoes, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a heated kiss. Lorenzo licks along the seam of my lips but I pull away instead of opening for him. I don’t want to get lost in his kiss until I make one thing perfectly clear.
“I’m not letting you divorce me,” I say, narrowing my eyes in an attempt to seem intimidating. “You denied me an annulment, and now I’m denying you a divorce. Get over it.”
His chuckle is deep and the sound reaches right between my ribs, squeezing my heart.
“If you insist, baby.”
“And one more thing I think you should know,” I say, batting my eyelashes at him flirtatiously. “If you’re going to watch me constantly, I just might be tempted to put on a show every once in a while.”
His eyes are liquid pools of heat, and I shudder as he steps back. “I’ll have to install more cameras at home so that you have plenty of opportunities. But for now, how about you strip out of that shirt and join me in the shower?”
I giggle as I do what he asked and the two of us race each other to the bathroom.
36
LORENZO
The atmospherein the kitchen is starkly different from the last time I was here.
Then, Mia was helping her sisters-in-law prepare dinner while laughter and lively conversation filled the air. The smell of rich food, the sound of children shrieking with joy in the other room. It felt like a real home.
Now, oppressive silence hangs between Miguel and me as we sit across from each other with Mia at my side. He returned to the house late last night, long after Mia had fallen asleep in my arms. I was awake, savoring the weight of her against me and the knowledge that she loves me, when I heard the front door open and close, followed by the heavy thud of his footsteps on the stairs.
I didn’t go out to speak with him then. He’d spent hours seeking vengeance for what happened to Mia, and I respected the hell out of that. I also knew how draining it could be to take on a group of assholes intent on killing you. The last thing he wanted was a conversation with me.
But we couldn’t put it off forever, especially once Mia decided the three of us needed to sit down together to hash everything out. I think she wants her father’s approval for our marriage.
Honestly, I’m not sure she’s going to get it. I didn’t directly admit it to him, but Miguel knows I originally married Mia because I wanted to force his hand on an alliance. I can’t blame him for holding that against me. I don’t have daughters, but I’m a father. I understand how that doesn’t sit well with him.
Frankly, I’m lucky to be walking around without bullet holes in my body.
“So, what do you want to talk about, Andretti?” Miguel’s voice carries the weight of barely controlled violence. Everything about him signals readiness for a fight—the stubborn set of his jaw, the sharpness in his dark eyes, the way his hands form fists on the table.
