Page 13 of Betraying the Mafia Boss

He shrugs. His face is a blank mask, I can’t read him or decipher what he’s thinking. “I saw you come in.”

“What?” Is that all the explanation he can give? “Yeah, I came in here because this is the women’s toilet.”

He gives me a curt nod. “I know.”

My breathes quicken as my blood pressure rises. “And?”

I wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grins a lopsided smile at me and butterflies flutter to life in my stomach.

He’s so handsome when he smiles. I can’t even be mad at him for not sticking to basic boundaries.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” he says. His voice is as calm as his appearance.

I would cringe if someone else used that outdated pickup line on me, but I don’t, I blush instead.

Vincent is not ‘another guy’. He is just…Vincent.

“Cut the crap, why did you follow me here?” I hope he doesn’t see through my feigned rage, because I like that he is here with me. He’s a welcome distraction to the crazy thoughts whirling in my head, even though he’s the cause of them.

I ‘m in this mess because of whatever is going on between his family and Elio.

“You didn’t seem well earlier. Are you okay?”

“I…” I can’t find any rude retort. His mask doesn’t shift one bit but I sense concern in the tone of his voice. I can’t bring myself to be a bitch to him right now. “I’m fine.”

“You certain?” His brows shoot up, his disbelief obvious.

I nod. “Yes. Is that why you came here? Because you wanted to know if I was okay?”

“That…” He straightens from the wall and prowls closer, my pulse increasing with each step he takes toward me. “And our unfinished conversation this afternoon.”

I tilt my face to his. I’m frozen for several seconds as his eyes bore into mine. This man can set me ablaze with just the raw intensity of his gaze. “What conversation?” I bite my tongue.

Dammit! I almost stuttered.

“The one about why you think I’m not a good guy.”

I try not to smile, but I can’t help it. “You really came here to find out why?”

He brings himself to a halt in front of me, but we’re too close. I inhale the scent of his misty cologne, and the heat rolling off him scorches me like sweet poison.

My instincts make me step back until my back hits the wall.

It took me almost five steps to move away from him, but he’s standing right in front of me again, and with only two steps.

My throat closes, my stomach flutters, and my body feels like it’s no longer mine.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asks, placing his hand beside my head on the wall. His blue eyes are dark right now, really dark and I could lose myself in them.

“Wh-what’s there to be afraid of?”

His jaw clenches, then a wicked smile parts his lips. “Beats me. I don’t bite, Silver.”

“My name is Isabella.”

“Your name is whatever I say it is.” He sounds really calm, but the impact of his words hit me.

Vincent has a sense of authority without having to raise his voice. Even when I saw him inside, he carried himself in such a way that everyone’s eyes were drawn to him.

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