Page 19 of Mafia King's Surprise Baby

Bianca and I, we could’ve been this couple. We’d have stood a chance if we’d ever been given one. Alas, this was not to be, and I have to remind myself of it every single day. She’s not for me, and never will be.

The plane comes to a stop, then the door opens. Mattia appears in the doorway first, and he turns back after coming down the first step, his hand extended. Hana follows, hand in his. He asks her something, and she looks up and gives him such a brilliant smile, my chest constricts.

So things are good between them. Their honeymoon went well. I couldn’t believe it when he told me they were waiting for their wedding night to sleep together. To be getting married, committing your life to one person while forsaking all others, it stands to reason you’d like to know if you’re compatible in bed, too, I’d think. This doesn’t apply to arranged matches—you’re stuck there, and many in such marriages resort to lovers, sometimes by mutual consent.

Bianca will be stuck in such a marriage soon. I close my fist when I recall this fact. I don’t see a limp, wet rag like Ardian Abrashi bringing her any pleasure in their marital bed. My blood boilsthinking of his hands on her, his cock anywhere near her. If I had my way, I’d kill the bastard and annul this contract with the Abrashis. Except, he has a brother, and Jasir Abrashi is known asThe Butcher. No one in their right mind would ever send a woman his way—he likes torture, for his enemies and lovers alike.

So unless I killed the entire Abrashi family, I’m at a dead end.

Maybe one day, Bianca will want to take a lover. Maybe I could—

Fuck! What the hell am I even thinking?

“Leo!” Mattia says as he approaches, one arm extended.

I muster a smile, glad the sunglasses are hiding my eyes.

“Welcome home,” I tell him as we hug in greeting.

“It’s good to see you, Leo,” Hana says when Mattia releases me.

Her small hand makes it onto my shoulder, and she raises on tiptoe in her flat sandals to press a kiss to my cheek. I meet her halfway, bending to her diminutive size. She always reminds of how much I look like a giant in Japan, Japanese women being so small usually.

“Come on. Let’s get you two home,” I say, turning to the SUV’s front door. “Had a fun trip?”

Hana blushes, Mattia laughs. It’s good to witness their happiness.

They’re still whispering in a conspiratorial manner when I start us on the road.

“By the way, thanks for the glitter bomb,” Mattia quips. “Awarning would’ve been welcome.”

I chuckle. “Where would be the fun in that?”

Hana giggles. “Come on, you sparkled like aTwilightvampire getting out of the plane.”

Mattia snorts. “Do you have to remind me? Team Jacob, my ass.”

“I was never Team Jacob. He’s just got great abs—”

“And I don’t?”

“Not like Jacob’s. I’m Team Volturi, actually.”

In the rearview mirror, I can see her burrowing into his side.

“They’re Italian, too,” she adds, voice low and husky.

I glimpse back and quickly return my eyes to the road. “Gross, guys. Not in the backseat of my car! What are you? Sixteen?”

The last thing I want to see is my best friend checking out his wife’s tonsils with his tongue.

A thought niggles. How does Mattia even know all this aboutTwilight? Hana seems like a fan. Did she make him watch the movies? On their honeymoon? If I were with the woman I loved on my honeymoon, I’d spend the whole time ravishing her—it’s doubtful we’d even see the light of day outside our room so much I’d keep her in my bed.

Wrong, a little voice tells me.You’d do everything to make your wife happy.

Even if that meant watching the I-don’t-know-how-manymovies in theTwilightsaga.

I already proved this, on the wedding day, with Bianca. Everything snowballed between us because I just wanted to see her smile again, make her happy once more.

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