Page 44 of Mafia Mistress

Chapter Eleven

Francesca

We heardthe helicopter before we saw it.

“I cannot fucking believe it,” Giulio murmured as the sleek black helicopter approached the yacht.

“Who is that?”

But even as I asked the question, I knew. I knew.

He was here, though for what reason I couldn’t say. Giulio and I hadn’t done anything wrong and I hadn’t tried to escape.

“Come on.” Giulio stood and held out his hand to help me up. We walked to the front, toward the helipad, and waited for the helicopter to touch down.

Fausto emerged first, all rugged windswept Italian beauty, but then he turned to help another guest climb out. Katarzyna.

Despite my best efforts to remain unaffected, my stomach knotted painfully. I had a sinking feeling that knot was jealousy, which was absolutely unacceptable. There was no need to complicate this situation with a reality-show level of unnecessary drama. I was merely upset that our private day had been ruined by the man I least wanted to see.

Liar.

Dressed in a gauzy see-through wrap, Katarzyna clung to his arm as they approached. Fausto was still dressed in his usual suit. Did the man ever wear anything else? I couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but I could feel the weight of his stare on me.

“Ciao!” Katarzyna said brightly as she leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Hope you don’t mind that we’ve come to join you.”

Giulio frowned at his father, not saying anything, so I forced a smile for the other woman. “Not at all. It’s not like the boat isn’t big enough for everyone.”

Giulio asked his father for a word, so the two of them moved aside and began speaking rapid Italian. I could tell Giulio was angry, but Fausto’s expression was unreadable.

“I hate when they do that,” Katarzyna said. “Let’s go get some drinks and sit by the pool.”

She walked through the yacht as if she’d been here a hundred times before, which I supposed she had. The crew all seemed to know her as she waved at them. I followed, unsure why I didn’t like her when she’d done absolutely nothing wrong to me. I vowed to get along today even if I couldn’t stop thinking about her in bed with Ravazzani.

When we reached the pool area, she whipped off her cover up revealing a body that models in Milan would kill for. Long limbs, a flat stomach, and no cellulite or extra flab to speak of. Has she eaten a single carb since puberty?

Stop being so petty. What is wrong with you?

“Your suit is gorgeous.” I gestured to her black one piece with cutouts on the side.

“Thank you. It’s La Perla. A gift from Fausto.”

A sour taste in my mouth made it hard to speak. “How nice.”

“Yours is nice too. You can never go wrong with a plain bikini. Let’s get drinks. Alex makes the best margaritas.”

Alex? I stretched out on my deck chair and tried not to feel intimidated. After all, I might have years of dealing with Katarzyna ahead of me. Depressed at the thought, I tilted my face toward the sun and pretended I was alone.

A few minutes later Giulio returned and retook the chair beside me. “Ciao, Katarzyna. Come va?”

“Good. What about you, Giulio? Are you behaving today?” She smirked like she had a secret, but her attention was diverted when a crew member arrived for drink orders.

Giulio scowled and stared at the water, so I nudged his leg with my foot. When he looked at me, I sent him a questioning glance. He leaned over and said quietly, “My father was worried that I would take advantage of you out here. That I would anticipate the wedding night.”

My jaw fell open. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“I wish I were.”

“Aw, you two are adorable,” Katarzyna said, pointing at me and Giulio. “I can’t wait until the wedding. I have already picked out my dress.”

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