Page 8 of Deadly Don's Fake Wife

“No, that’s not true.” I say it, but I’m not completely convinced that I mean it.

“It is true. That pussy is mine, and we both know that now, don’t we?” His dark eyes hold mine, daring me to deny what he knows is true.

“Well, I don’t think anyone else can make me feel the way you do.”

“You know that no one else can make you feel the way I do.”

Uncomfortable with the turn the conversation has taken, I get back to what’s at the forefront of my mind. “So, why have you kidnapped me and brought me to a church?”

“Because it’s all part of the plan.” He pulls the T-shirt over his head, smiling at me the whole time.

“The plan?” I have to ask as curiosity takes over.

“I’ve had my eye on you for longer than you know, Lisa. Before I even moved next door to you, you were in my sights.”

What the fuck does that mean?

Chapter 4

Frank

“Are you saying you have been stalking me for months?” She pulls her shirt up to cover herself, probably feeling insecure and somewhat afraid.

“It’s not stalking. Not really. See, I do work as an undertaker at a funeral home. But I also belong to an elite organization you might know as the Mafia.”

Her jaw drops, a pretty standard response to what I just said. “I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t.” I finish getting dressed and begin to tell her the way things are. “I’m a hitman for the family that my older brother, Enzo, oversees. He and I had a discussion about a year ago that concerned me finding a business I can take over as a front for our real business.”

“You want to take over someone’s business?” she asks with a naivete I haven’t seen in a very long time.

“I found out about you when you delivered some arrangements for a funeral a few months ago. I mean, you’re pretty, and you caught my attention, so I asked about you and your situation. The funeral director knew your whole story, and it was then that I thought you would make the perfect wife for me.”

Again, her jaw drops. “Wife?”

With a shrug, I say, “Well, fake wife. See, I marry you in a fake wedding and people think we’re a couple. That way, no one will bat an eye when I take over the floral shop.”

“And you think I’m going to let you do that?” she says and shakes her head. She’s so cute, thinking she has any power to stop me. “That business has been in my family since my grandparents opened it. I’m not about to give it to you so you can have some front for your hitman business.”

“You got money to pay me to protect your business?” I ask, knowing she doesn’t.

“You want me to pay you to protect my business from you taking it over?” She’s still not getting it. “That’s crazy. How much would you charge me for something like that anyway?”

“A couple thousand a week. More if business was good. Say, fifty to sixty percent of your weekly sales.”

“You must be joking.” She laughs. “You’re not some killer for the Mafia, are you?”

“I’m a hitman, not a killer. There’s a difference. And I am what I say I am. I will take you as my fake wife and take over your business. Unless you want to pay me not to do that.”

“I can’t give you fifty or sixty percent of what I make, or I won’t have enough to keep the doors open.” She chews on her lower lip and puts on her shirt, reality sinking in. “If you’re serious about this, then I have a real problem.”

“I’m serious, Lisa. I wouldn’t lie to you about this. And, for the record, I kidnapped you to bring you to this church so we could have a fake wedding and begin our fake marriage. The sex was just a bonus.”

One dark brow cocks as confusion riddles her face. “Who sent you the flowers?”

“I did that to get you to come over. Easier to shove you into the car with you close to it. Genius, I know.” Putting my shoes back on, I urge her to finish getting dressed herself. “Honey, you might wanna snap it up. People are waiting for us inside. We have to put on our wedding clothes before the ceremony.”

“You bought me a wedding dress?” she asks with shock.

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