Page 53 of Marrying the Mafia Boss

“I totally agree. Defining our relationship would be a bad idea. Plus, we’re only having fun. Just sex, right?” she asks, her blue eyes searing.

“Right,” I mutter.

After breakfast, I leave before her driver can get here. I don’t miss the fact that she barely looks me in the eye or the small kiss she places on me cheek instead of an actual kiss on my lips as a goodbye. By the time I drive over to work, I’m an overthinking mess because I have no idea what I said wrong.

I’m like seventy percent sure she definitely doesn’t want a relationship. Plus, she has to know that dating would be a bad idea. Hell, I haven’t dated anyone in a while. It’s just easier. And she seems like my kind of person. But I also can’t help but feel like she doesn’t a hundred percent agree with me on that.

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A grin splitsacross my face at the sight of Rosa seated on the couch in the De Luca living room. As soon as she catches sight of me, she’s getting up and moving to throw her arms around me.

“Hey, Tony,” she says softly.

I hold her to me, because she’s practically my little sister. And I haven’t seen her in a couple of weeks. Not since the whole drama started.

“Hey, what hole did you crawl out from?” I ask cheerfully.

She slaps my chest, leaning away. I don’t miss the studious look in her eyes or the slight worry as her eyes roam across my face. I want to tell her she has nothing to worry about but I don’t say a word.

“My trip went wonderfully, thank you for asking,” she states.

“I want to hear all about it,” I tell her.

Maria’s seated as well and I place a small kiss on her cheek in greeting. I also offer a short nod to Rosa’s husband who’s watching us with an easy expression. He looks comfortable seated next to his mother-in-law. Rosa and I take a seat as well and I spend the next few minutes listening to her talk about the exhibitions she attended in Europe and people she met.

We’re soon joined by Roman and Elena and it quickly becomes family bonding time. It ends a few hours later with Michael showing up at the doorway to the living room with a serious expression on his face that immediately lets us know he’s found something.

Roman, Enzo and I immediately leave, heading up to Roman’s office in the house. Michael had been tasked with finding out as much information as he could on the Mincetti’s. Now that we know their true identities, we need to know their capabilities as well. What we’re up against. Know thy enemy and all that.

You’re already getting pretty familiar with one enemy, a traitorous voice in my mind whispers.

Shut up.

I’m trying hard not to think about Sophia. Because I’m currently with people who know me better than anyone else in the planet. They’re like dogs with a bone. If they get even a whiff of anything going on with her, they’ll butt in and meddle. There is no way in hell I’m letting them find out.

“Alright, Mikey,” Roman says, taking a seat in his chair and getting comfortable. “What have you got for us?”

We all seat as Michael starts to read off his computer.

“This is all what I’ve been able to dig up on the family. Especially the two daughters,” he begins. “First up, Katerina Mincetti. Or should I say Petrov. She’s a graduate of Harvard Law.”

Almost immediately, questions start to fly from both Dons.

“Hold up, did you say Harvard law?” Enzo questions. “She went to law school?”

Roman frowns, “What do you mean by Petrov?”

“Yes, she went to law school,” Michael replies boredly. “She’s pretty damn smart. Maintained a 4.0 gpa throughout high school. Then she went on to college which was also Harvard by the way. In high school she was very involved in extracurricular activities. She was even valedictorian. The woman’s a high achiever. A little sheltered though. She doesn’t seem like a very social person. Which makes sense considering her family’s secrets. She passed the bar exams and is a lawyer but she doesn’t practice. I guess she doesn’t need to considering she’s the heir to a mafia empire.”

I don’t miss the impressed looks on both their faces. It’s actually kind of funny. But I’m also a little surprised.

“What did you mean by Petrov?” Roman asks again after a few seconds.

“Oh yeah. Both girls are legally registered under their mother’s maiden name, which is pretty damn smart. It’s also why I couldn’t find them. They’re still ghosts online but it was easier to hack into their files and figure out information on them when I realized they go by the name Petrov instead of Mincetti.”

We all digest that little tidbit of information. I guess it makes sense. The name Mincetti in New York would have been a raging red flag for anyone interested enough to look.

I clear my throat, “What about the younger sister? Sophia?”

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