Page 59 of Sweet Temptation

Georgina sighs, but her gaze doesn't soften anymore when she looks at me. "This is the one and only time I will allow a famiglia soldier into my home. Hanna deserves to say goodbye to Nicolai, so you can stay."

Harley looks like he wants to rip out a few organs, but I smirk in triumph. His stupid idea to get rid of me didn’t work the way he wanted, and it warms my cold heart to know I stomped on his plans.

"I think we just need a night of rest." I smile at Georgina. Harley shoots me another glare before he heads down the hall and a door closes. Georgina smiles at me, but it doesn't reach her eyes before she closes the bedroom door behind us.

Hanna yawns, burying her face in my chest, her eyes flickering with exhaustion. "Time for bed." I smile, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Quickly, I pull my T-shirt over my head and undo my jeans, dropping them to the floor. Once Hanna is completely undressed, I hand her my T-shirt to wear for the night.

"Thank you for being here, even though I knew this was going to be a rough struggle." She smiles through tired eyes as she crawls into the bed. I return the smile crawling beside her. I was right, this bed is tiny as fuck. I'm not sure why a mafia princess has such a tiny bed.

"I wouldn't want to be in Princeton while you're here alone," I whisper into her hair, pulling her against my chest. She smiles against my chest, closing her eyes again softly.

A yawn breaks from my lips as I let my head fall back into the pillows. Harley is going to be trouble for my future. Trouble I won’t be able to get rid of. He's such an ungrateful asshole from where I'm standing. I close my eyes with that as my last thought.

My eyes flutter open when a bright light flashes across my eyes. It's morning? Already. Groaning, I pull the blankets off my body, leaving Hanna tucked in gently. Climbing off the bed, I unzip my suitcase and I dig through it.

Pulling out a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and slip my gun into the back of them once I slide them up my legs and button them. Then I grab a plain white T-shirt and pull it over my head. Ruffling my black wavy hair.

A knock on the door jolts me out of my morning routine. Making my way to the door, I gently open it and peer through the crack, my eyes landing on Harley, and I scowl. "She's sleeping."

He seriously has a lot of nerve after the shit he pulled last night.

Harley shuffles his feet, running a hand through brown waves similar to Hanna's. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you," he replies. Is he serious? I have no interest. I came here for Hanna and her dad, not this selfish prick.

I'm itching to grab my gun, but out of respect for Hanna, I leave it where it sits in the back of my jeans.

Scowling, I open the door and close it behind me. Crossing my arms over my chest, I wait for him to speak. Harley's eyes are filled with malice as he looks at me, his lips twitching. "Well? Get on with it," I demand.

He stares at me, dumbfounded. "I don't want you with her; I don't want you around the baby. I don't trust you. I have a good reason. You belong to the enemy and should never have touched my sister."

I start laughing, literally fucking laughing, after his statement. "You're funny. I don't remember asking your permission. That baby is mine as well and I love your sister, so you're going to put up with it or get out of our lives," I growl. The latter is the best option.

I hear movement from the other side of the door before Harley glares at me again as he disappears down the hallway and down a flight of stairs. This fucking asshole.

Rolling my eyes, I open the bedroom door and head back inside. A smile spreads across my lips when I see Hanna's lips parted as she sleeps. So beautiful. I'm such a lucky man.

Sitting down on the bed, I rub circles on Hanna's cheek until her eyes flutter open. "It's time to get up, Cinderella." I smile. Hanna shoots me a tired grin, pulling herself out of bed.

Tossing a pair of sweatpants at her, I climb off the bed. Then dig through Hanna's suitcase and I pull out one of her bras and a T-shirt. Setting them beside her, I look through the suitcase till I pull a pair of panties out, handing them to Hanna.

"You know, I'm capable," she replies softly.

"I know, baby. I just wanted to help." I smile, pressing my lips to hers.

She wraps her arms around me, pulling me close. My tongue tangles with hers, swiping over it in a swift motion. Hanna pulls away, shooting me a grin before she slides her bra on. Clipping it together, tightly. Fuck, if I wasn’t stuck in a house with my enemy, I might feel like ravaging her skin.

My eyes scanned her body as she shimmed her panties up her thighs. Mm. I swipe my tongue over my lips as I watch her. Hanna shoots me a look, causing me to snap my lips closed. Pulling the T-shirt over her head, she quickly pulls her hair out of the collar and shoots me a smug smile.

Hmph. I watch her again as she slides the sweatpants up to her hips. Grinning at me, she slaps a kiss on my cheek before she saunters out of the room, leaving me alone.

How am I going to handle Harley? What if he forces her to break up with me? What if he forces me away from her and our baby?

If it ever comes to that, I will shove my gun to his temple and pull the trigger. No questions asked. Sighing, I get to my feet and run a quick hand through my hair with my fingers. I follow Hanna down the stairs into the large kitchen that sits on the right of the French doors at the front, leaving my thoughts lost in the bedroom.

THIRTY-FOUR

Four Days Later

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