Page 3 of The Virgin and the Mob Boss

Marry her?

My eyes move slowly up and down her body, and I don’t try to hide my perusal. Her fingers fidget at her sides as I take in every inch of her. The hoodie she’s got on is baggy, but her leggings are tight. I can see the way they cling to her curves, and it shows off the woman she’s become.

“What the fuck did she say?” my cousin Gianna asks.

“I think the little one is proposing,” I say to her in my thick Italian accent. I cock my head to the side as I narrow my eyes. “Is that right?”

“Um, yes?” She bites her bottom lip, and when her teeth sink into it, I notice how full and soft it looks.

“Look at that mouth,” I say in Italian. “It looks like it was made for sucking cock.” My bodyguard coughs to hide his laugh.

Gianna scowls at me. “You’re a disgusting piece of shit,” she says in Italian. “She’s practically a child.”

“I’m not a child,” Pru says in perfect Italian.

“Fuck,” Gianna hisses.

I shrug and take a sip of my wine. There’s no use apologizing because I won’t mean it. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re really here, little one?” I ask in English.

“My father is?—”

“I know who your father is,” I snap, cutting her off. I slam my fist down on the table, and it makes her jump back. “Don’t walk into my place of business and treat me like a fool.”

“I-I didn’t. I mean, that’s not what I was doing.”

“Vitaly, maybe I should talk to her alone,” Gianna offers, and I hold up my hand to silence her.

She might be older than me, but I’m the one in charge. I’m the one that makes decisions and does the talking.

“You can sit here quietly or get the fuck out, Gianna,” I say.

She curses quietly but doesn’t make a move to get up as I turn my eyes on the raven-haired beauty. Pru’s face is flushed, and she looks terrified. Good.

“Now, little one. I asked you a question, and I won’t repeat myself.” To make my point clear, I reach inside my jacket and pull my gun out of the holster. I place it on the table in front of me and then lean back in the booth.

“I want to make a deal.”

I wave my hand for her to continue as I stretch my arms across the back of the booth. I keep my eyes trained on her and watch every slight movement she makes.

“My father arranged a marriage for me.”

“To Eduardo Manola.” She seems surprised I know this. “It’s my business to know what my enemy is up to.”

“Of course.” She swallows hard and then plays with the cuff of her hoodie. “What I’m offering is that you marry me instead.”

I lean forward and put my elbows on the table. “And why would I do that?”

“Well, there are two possible scenarios. One, you could do it to unite our families and consolidate power. It would mean that you and my father could take over territories and not fight anymore.”

“The second?” Gianna asks, but Pru keeps her eyes on mine.

“To send my father into a rage and destroy his empire.”

“Hmm,” I say and then slowly stand from the table. Grabbing my gun, I keep it in my hand as I take a step in her direction.

“Or I could just leave and we can pretend this never happened?” she says, her voice high and terrified.

“How about I give you a scenario of my own, little one,” I say and tuck my gun into the holster at my side.

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