Page 4 of Dark Mafia Bride

We take a seat near the window. With him positioned opposite me, I take in his face fully for the first time. Damn. He’s handsome. He resembles a fallen angel...or perhaps the devil himself. With hazel eyes narrowed into slits, sharp angles and contours defining his face, and long black curly hair cascading over his forehead, he looks almost unreal.

This entire situation feels surreal. Him arriving just in time to save me, him dispatching three men in less than a minute, and us seated here as if it’s just another ordinary night.

“Are you in shock?” he asks casually.

I wrap my hands around the steaming bowl of soup the waitress sets down, allowing the heat to seep into my frozen fingers. Sitting across from me, he leans back in his seat, watching me with that same unreadable expression.

“I asked you a question.”

“Do you always have to get your way in every situation?” I blurt out.

“Yes. And I think you’re in shock.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not in shock. What’s the big deal? I just witnessed three men get murdered right before my eyes—three men who would have raped me, as you generously pointed out. They could have killed me afterward, too. Now they’re dead, and I don’t know if I should feel relieved or guilty. But what can I say? I’m alive, so everything is just peachy!”

He stares at me for a beat before laughing. And god, it’s such a beautiful sound. I hate it when he stops.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

I sigh. “Mirabella.”

“Mirabella,” he repeats, testing my name on his lips. The way he says it sends a pleasant shiver down my spine.

“The men who took me were terrified when you showed up. That’s before you killed them...”

I can’t believe I’m talking about murder so casually.

Dark humor flickers in his eyes as he observes me carefully.

I swallow before asking, “Who exactly are you, Reaper?”

“A businessman.”

“What’s your real name?”

He eyes me for a few seconds, and I feel my breath hitch under his heated gaze.

“Ettore,” he finally replies.

Ettore.I don’t know why, but the name suits him.

“Your surname?”

He chuckles. “My first name is all you need to know, Bella.”

Bella.A feeling I can’t describe revels through me at the nickname.

“You’re a little too vague for my liking,” I muse. “I need to know more about the man who killed three men and saved my life.”

His lips quirk. “And you’re a little ungrateful for someone who needed saving,” he counters.

I can’t help the small huff that escapes me. “Touché. So do you do this often?”

“Do what often?”

“Save random girls in the rain and take them to restaurants afterward?”

His eyes glint with amusement and something else I can’t quite decipher. “Just you.”

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