Page 54 of Betraying the Mafia Boss

“Isabella, we’re here,” Vincent whispers from the driver’s seat. When I open my eyes, his face is just inches from mine.

I lift a hand to cover my mouth as I yawn. God, I’m so exhausted. “We’re here?”

When I look out the window, I can't help but be awestruck by the grandeur of the estate. The sprawling grounds are immaculately landscaped, with manicured lawns and vibrant flower beds stretching out before me. The mansion itself looms large and imposing, its grand façade adorned with intricate architectural details. I can tell Dominic is incredibly rich just looking at the building.

As I step from the car, Vincent rounds the car and comes to me, guiding me towards the black double doors. I look at the car. “I haven’t got my bag.”

“Someone will get it for you,” he says as we enter inside.

The foyer is decorated with expensive modern furniture. The floors are white marble and crystal chandeliers dangle overhead. There’s an enormous staircase lined with portraits I assume to be Romano ancestors, leading up to the next floor. Two beautiful women are standing in the foyer, each with a wide smile on their face. One of them has ash-blonde hair and the other has dark hair which reflects the yellow glow in the foyer. They’re both dressed in what I can see is really expensive clothing. These must be Dominic and Marcus’ wives, but I don’t know which of them is which.

Naomi told me about them, I’m pretty sure. Why can’t I remember a thing she said? I wrack my brain but it doesn’t help. I smile at them. “Hi, I’m Isabella.” I cringe because it’s obvious they were waiting for me, so they know who I am. I’m such an idiot.

The one with the ash-blonde hair grins. “We know who you are. Welcome to the Romano mansion.”

“You’re more beautiful than I thought,” the lady with the black hair says. “I’m Jane, Marcus’s wife and this is Elena. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” I stretch out my hand to shake theirs but they pull me in for a hug.

“You’ve been through a lot,” Elena says. “I’m glad that at least you, and the baby the baby, are safe.”

“Elio, that asshole,” Jane says as she clenches her fists. “I should have killed him when I had the chance.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “You know him?”

“Know him?” She scoffs. “I worked with that bastard for years. We were very close. He did a good job at fooling me after he killed my father.”

My jaw drops open. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I wish I was.”

“You’re Isabella Sullivan?” A deep gruff voice says. When I look up, there are two over six-foot-tall men standing beside Elena and Jane. Sharp jaws, piercing blue eyes, handsome features. They look like older versions of Vincent, only I think Vincent is more handsome.

Still, they’re perfection. And they intimidate the shit out of me.

“Yes, I’m Isabella Sullivan,” I answer, lowering my head. I’m too embarrassed to face them, and I’m too afraid. They’ve been in the tabloids so I can tell which of them is which.

Dominic is the oldest and the head of the Cosa Nostra. I’ve heard many brutal and violent things about him. I wouldn’t dare cross him or try to disrespect him.

Marcus isn’t very different from Dominic. He’s just as cruel. I’d heard he runs the businesses.

“Welcome,” Marcus says. His voice is so cold I shiver and I can’t shake the feeling he’s only forcing himself to be polite to me for Vincent’s sake.

Neither of them says another word to me.

Dominic assesses me for a moment before he says, “Vincent. In the study. Now.” They both walk away before Vincent can answer.

Vincent rubs my back. “Are you okay?”

I blink at him and nod.

“Elena and Jane will help you settle in. I’ll be back shortly.” He plants a kiss on the crown of my head.

When he leaves, Elena smiles. “I think he’s totally smitten by you.”

My cheeks burn with a blush. “He’s just really kind.”

Jane raises her hand. “Please, he’s in love with you. You probably don’t know Vincent’s history which is why you think he’s so sweet. I never believed that guy would fall in love. But here we are.”

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