Page 20 of Princess of the Mafia

Her hand gripped the nape of his neck. “I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you home then.” He made to stride away, but I shoved my body in his path.

“She stays with me,” I said tightly.

She crawled in his arms like I’d suggested we have a shoot-out.

“I don’t think so.”

I didn’t like Di Matteo’s tone one bit.

I stuffed my balled fists into my pockets and widened my stance. My glare caught on Stefano before I brought it back to Di Matteo. “Well, forgive me for not having faith in your security, but I don’t want my future wife sneaking off again. She. Stays. With. Me.”

It was not like she was a virgin now.

“No.”

Fucking Di Matteos.

All the air snuck out of the room, and dark tension strode in. It crawled up all the walls, lay on the floor, and hung from the ceiling. While our two egos bristled, Stefano watched coolly with interest. I had no fucking idea where Nico was, but he’d probably found a whore to fuck off his issues. The only innocent in the room was my future wife, if I could call her that. Innocent. She looked like a knife was jabbed to her brother’s throat, and she’d draw it into her to save his life. Just as that thought entered my mind, she jumped out of his arms and pushed herself between us with her back pressed to him.

“I promise,” she whimpered. “I won’t sneak off. It was just a one time thing.”

Well, isn’t that always the case with losing your virginity?

There was nothing to lose anymore. Except there was. I didn’t want her out of my reach.

“It’s just two days, Enzo,” Stefano interjected behind Di Matteo’s back.

I glared at Di Matteo. Something nasty was boiling up within me for a fight. We eyed each other, at odds to protect the woman in between us. I didn’t like this one fucking bit. I scowled at her Bambi eyes. My teeth raked my bottom lip.

“Fine,” I said darkly and stepped heavily aside.

Di Matteo gave a sharp nod and strode out, dragging her with him. He wasn’t happy, and guess what, I wasn’t either, and we both had his fucking sister to thank for that.

I wasn’t even married yet, and she riled me up at every turn. I’d killed my own men without a second thought. Even though it wasn’t anything new, it annoyed me that I had to kill off two of my best men, but they’d let it get too far. They should have fucking called me the minute she stepped out her door. But they hadn’t, and she’d given it all away to a fucking boy, paid to pop her cherry.

My lips thinned as she threw a fearful look over her shoulder. Fucking right that she feared me. Now that I owned her, I wasn’t planning on ever letting her go. This night was the last time she ever had a fucking party without me.

CHAPTER TEN

DARIA

Gold powder and pink lips. Ivory chiffon and silk petals. Skin flushed hot and cold. Hands trembling like linen curtains in gale force winds. Mamma jittered behind me like a headless chicken while Divya made me up like a porcelain doll.

My eyes trailed Mamma in the reflection. She’d decided my wedding day was the day to clean up my room. She fussed with the clothes on my bed. Folding and unfolding them in a loop. When she thought no one was watching, her face scrunched up in worry.

A frown caught on my forehead. My stomach dipped for the thousandth time. Who was going to chastise me in New York?

Lia waltzed in, in a lilac cloud. All my bridesmaids were in pink except for Lia. She had wanted her own color, and she’d decided that was going to be lilac.

“Which shoes?” She held out a pump and a stiletto in her hand. Both were in silver glitter and shone against her olive skin. She didn’t seem to catch the tension hanging in the air.

“Amunì! Is this the time for doubts?” Mamma moaned.

“I can’t decide.”

Mamma smacked Lia’s hand, and the stiletto fell to the floor. “Wear the pumps.”

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