Page 7 of Deadly Don's Baby Contract

"So I get no peace and quiet?" I ask.

"Not until the wedding day," He says, setting the bowl down on the side table outside the room. "I'm not happy about it either."

I go to my walk-in closet and get out the cross-stitch I'm busy with, along with everything I need. I go to the balcony and sit down in the sun. "Well, don't expect me to talk to you."

"Thank God." He takes out his phone and scrolls through it.

I work on my cross stitch quietly, enjoying the silence, when his phone rings, and he takes the call. He talks loudly in Italian, a language I never did quite get the hang of, and his loud voice is so disruptive that I give him a filthy look. He smirks at me and shakes his head. I hear him say my name, and I frown.

What an immature boy. I cannot believe I'm stuck with him until my wedding day.

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Chapter 3

Franco

She clearly doesn't understand Italian, which makes teasing her in the language even more fun. Whenever I drop her name, she gives me a filthy look. I don't know why I'm being so immature, but I feel as though if I can't have her, I don't want to befriend her. It's stupid, really, and it's low. I am better than that in some ways.

I can't stop glancing at her, though. Her perfect plump lips, the rise and fall of her full breasts, the curve of her waist. She's perfect by my standards, and I loathe Marco for marrying her. Of course, since he's marrying her, I'm also forced to do the most boring shit all day long.

Today, we're planning on going to a cake testing, dress fitting, and shoe shopping. My mother can't come with us today because she has a luncheon with some old friends and my mother, ever the gossip, wouldn't dream of missing that. Not even for her daughter-in-law's dress fitting.

I arrive at breakfast with Aria and find no one else there. I stop Claira. "Where is everyone?"

"Your father and Marco have gone to see to some business and your mother had breakfast in her room," she says with a soft smile. I know she has a soft spot for me; she always has, and sometimes, I've taken advantage of that.

"Maybe I should have you bring me breakfast to my room," I say flirtatiously.

"Franco," she hisses. "Your soon-to-be sister is here."

"Oh, don't stop on my account," Aria says, sitting at the table. "Although, the thought of Franco doing anything at all is enough to make me lose my appetite."

Claira hurries off, and I glare at Aria. "Was that really necessary?"

"And here I thought we were becoming friends," she says sarcastically.

"Fat chance," I snort, sitting down at the table. "Your dress fitting is in two hours."

"We'll go shoe shopping first, then," she says, as though she calls the shots.

I clench my jaw. "Fine, but we can't be late for the fitting. My mother pulled strings to get this designer to do your gown. She won't be impressed if we're late."

"Duly noted," Aria says as she butters a slice of toast and takes a bite.

Claira brings me a bowl of steaming oats, and as she leaves, I watch her pert ass move.

"You're disgusting," Aria says. "You objectify women so much."

"What do you think my brother does?" I ask, turning to look at her. "I'm honest and open. I don't hide behind closed doors."

She looks upset, and I shake my head. "I'm sure he'll treat you well though, don't worry. Family is everything here."

She finishes her toast and starts on her bacon and eggs. I finish my breakfast and go to the car. We're being driven around at the moment, which I hate, but I need additional guards when we're out in the city. Who knows what will happen when people find out Marco Morelli is tying the knot.

Well, one thing is for certain, I know a few women who are going to be heartbroken, but I doubt that will stop Marco from seeing them or fucking them.

I help Aria into the car, go around to the other side, and climb in myself.

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