Page 54 of Broken Mafia Prince
It seems little Giulia is far from being the innocent young girl from years past. The woman across from me now has just deviously gotten what she wants by almost killing a man in broad daylight, and I have no doubt she masterminded the entire allergy scheme.
I’m a bit disappointed she didn’t let the asshole die. And anyway, it’s not like she rammed whatever he’s allergic to down his throat; it’s his fault for not being more conscious of what he eats.
The man snatches the EpiPen from her and stabs it into his thigh, his chest rising and falling as he gasps for air. I don’t haveto be a lip reader to make out the furious words he spits out a moment later.
“You bitch!”
Fury rushes through me even before the dead bastard’s hand lashes out and wraps around Giulia’s hair, snapping her head back. She lets out a pained cry that I feel all the way to my bone marrow. I’m rising to my feet and crossing the room, hands curled into fists at my side before I’ve even had a second to think about it.
It’s pure instinct.
She is in trouble. I’m fucking coming to the rescue. No questions asked.
A slow smile spreads across my face as I march toward their table. It seems I’m finally going to have my opportunity to rip somebody limb from limb today.
Yippy fucking yay!
17
GIULIA
My impulsiveness has always been a problem, and I’ve always known it would land me in serious hot water someday. As sharp pain shoots up my scalp, I have the thought that today might just be that hypothetical someday.
My eyes fly around in wild panic, trying to call for help without screaming for it outright. Luca’s wrath is frightening, but if I cause a scene and this gets back to my father, I’ll be in even worse trouble. There’s no way he’ll be willing to overlook me nearly getting my soon-to-be fiancé almost killed, and then holding his EpiPen hostage until he, uh, loaned me his signature.
I don’t regret coming up with this plan, even though I’m now in big trouble. On the contrary, I’m proud of myself for devising and going through this devious scheme.
“You fucking bitch,” Luca spits, hand tightening around my ponytail, yanking my head further backward.
It’s just my fucking luck that this is happening now. To any other person in the restaurant who hasn’t had the pleasure of dealing with my horrible date, it’ll look like we’re just in a heatedlover’s embrace, with his mouth against my ear and my throat bared for him.
“Did you think you’d get away with this?” he snarls at me, yanking harder.
A dull ache begins to pulse in my head, and I feel strands of my hair snapping and tearing. Honestly, escaping his grip would be too easy, but I don’t want to make him feel even more foolish. The man nearly died—I’ll let him have this.
But I suddenly regret giving him that EpiPen. After he signed the letter addressed to my father stating his intention to end the arrangement, I should have walked away and let him go straight to hell, where he belongs.
“You thought you were so smart, huh? Pulling up with this little stunt,” Luca sneers. “Do you really think a stupid letter is enough to end our relationship?”
I let out a pained hiss. “I thought if you saw how desperate I was to get out of this arrangement, you’d grow a conscience or feel enough shame to bow out of it.”
His mouth twists into a derisive smirk. “You’re not half as desperate as I am to get out of this.”
That gives me pause. “W-what?”
Surprise lights up in his brown eyes.
“Are you stupid or something? Do you think I’ve been wasting so much important time of my life taking you on dates and catering to your whims because I’m interested in you?”
I’m not crazy enough to believe that Luca has feelings for me or anything like that. I’ve always assumed that he’s just playing the long game to be able to get into my panties and put another notch on his bedpost.
A look of disgust settles on his face. “I’d rather stick my dick in a hornet’s nest than anywhere near you.”
“Be my guest, then,” I croak. “I can find you a hornet’s nest or two if I put my mind to it.”
He brings his face closer to mine, and for the first time, I see the hatred burning inside them. Hatred directed at me. He must have been hiding his true feelings from the beginning.
“If I were you, I would give up on trying to sabotage this arrangement,” he warns me. “Nothing you can do or say is going to make me tuck tail and run, so don’t waste your time. My entire future is riding on getting you to walk down an aisle and say ‘I do’ to me.”
