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Sienna’s face fell.

“It’s totally fine,” I rushed to say. “I’m happy to watch you try things on and get to know you.”

“Sofiya, you’re married to my brother.” She spoke the words slowly.

I cocked my head, confused. I’d never had any sort of allowance from the Pakhan, and Matteo hadn’t said anything different.

Sienna huffed. “Has he not given you a credit card?” At my silence, she swore. “For fuck’s sake. Men are impossible.” She pulled out her phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked quickly.

“Texting Matteo, the idiot.”

“Wait, no, don’t do that.” Sienna must have heard the panic in my voice because she looked up from the phone, lips parted. “I don’t want him to be mad.”

Sienna slowly put down her phone. “Has something happened between the two of you?”

“What do you mean?”

Sienna glanced over at Angelo before leaning in and lowering her voice. “He hasn’t hurt you or anything, right? Because if he has, I will kill him.”

She looked so serious, so intense. Would she truly defend me against her brother? The head of the Family?

“No, he hasn’t done anything like that.”

Sienna relaxed, a soft smile teasing at her lips. “Good. He’s not like that, Sofiya. He protects the ones close to him, I promise. But we can wait to address the credit card issue if it makes you nervous. I’ll just pay for today.” She already had her finger held up to ward off my protests. “No, I insist. I’ll buy you things whether you want me to or not, so you might as well choose what you want.”

Before I could say anything, Sienna waved one of the store assistants into the dressing room and instructed her to measure for the proper dress alterations.

21

SOFIYA

“Are you alright, principessa?” Angelo asked quietly as we made our way into the restaurant where we were eating lunch. It was a cute Italian cafe with ivy on the walls and fresh flowers on every table. Sienna said it was run by someone in the Family.

“I’m fine.” My voice was hoarse, and I wished I could lie down. The car was already filled with bags—most of them containing clothes for me—and I was terrified of Matteo’s reaction. Would he be angry Sienna had paid for them? There was a selection of stunning formal dresses, but also more casual clothing, including two bags of lingerie Sienna had insisted on. She refused my argument that there was no use in me having them, saying that I deserved to feel beautiful.

Angelo rested a gentle hand on my shoulder. “We’re going home after this.” He cocked an eyebrow as if daring me to argue, but I just gave him a small nod. I didn’t want to disappoint Sienna by cutting our day short, but I also refused to embarrass her by collapsing inside a luxury clothing store.

I sat down across from her at a table in a quiet corner, my rollator off to the side. There was a large window beside us, and one of our guards was stationed outside it while Angelo stayed inside, close enough to protect us but far enough away to be out of earshot.

“I would say let’s get menus, but the chef, Edoardo, will just bring us whatever he wants,” Sienna said, smiling as she rolled her eyes. “It’s always amazing, though.”

“That sounds great.”

Not a moment later, a smiling, silver-haired man wearing a chef’s uniform appeared at our table, clapping his hand.

“Ahh, carina,” he said to Sienna. “It’s been too long.” Then he turned to me and gave a little bow. “Mrs. Rossi, it is an honor to cook for the new wife of our Don.” He took my hand and kissed it, and my cheeks heated as I greeted him. He reminded me of a kindly grandfather.

“Do you have any allergies?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Excellent. Prepare to have the best meal of your life.” He gave my hand one more kiss and then bounded away.

“He’s always like that,” Sienna said with a laugh. “Always so happy and filled with energy.”

“Definitely not what I would expect from a man in the Family,” I said.

“Edoardo is unique like that.” Sienna sighed. “I wish all Made Men were more like him.”

“Bratva men, too.”

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