Page 6 of The Mafia King's Stolen Fiancée

It shouldn’t matter so much to me, but I found myself more devastated by that possibility than calling off my unwanted engagement.

Tilting her head back, she beamed a wide smile up at him. “Guess what?”

“What,sorellina piccola?” Rafa asked, grinning down at her.

I’d never been more grateful for our family vacations to the Amalfi Coast, where I’d picked up a little bit of Italian. The tension eased from my body as the meaning of his nickname for the little girl hit me—she was his younger sister. One he obviously adored, judging by the soft expression on his handsome face. Although I supposed that didn’t rule out the possibility of there being a wife somewhere in this giant home.

“I got an A on my math test!” She did a celebratory dance before adding, “Thanks for helping me.”

“You know you can always count on me.”

The statement was directed at his sister, but I felt the words deep in my heart—wishing I had someone I could depend on the same way.

4

RAFFAELE

Chiara beamed at me for a moment, then her happy gaze shifted to the woman standing beside me. Before I could say a word, my youngest sister practically bounced over to Vivienne and stuck out her hand. “Hi! I’m Chiara! Are you my brother’s girlfriend? What happened to your face?”

“Chiara,” I muttered. “Manners.”

“It’s okay,” Vivienne replied softly. Her voice sounded odd, so I glanced over at her and was relieved to see she was trying not to laugh. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Vivienne. I had a little accident, and your brother is helping me. But no, I’m not Rafa’s girlfriend.”

“Bummer.” Chiara pouted. “Mammasays he needs a woman to give her grandbabies.”

“Per l’amor di Dio,” I grunted, my eyes rolling up to the ceiling.

“And I can’t wait to be an aunt!”

“Enough, Chiara,” I said, my tone firm.

Her face fell, and she dropped her shoulders. “Oops. Sorry. My mouth ran away without my brain again.”

I felt like a monster, so I sighed and crouched down to be closer to Chiara’s height and tugged her into my arms. “I’m working on those babies,sorellina piccola,” I whispered. She pulled back and stared at me with wide, hopeful eyes. “But that's our little secret,capire?”

Chiara nodded and clapped her hands excitedly. “I can’t wait—” Then she slapped her hands over her mouth. After a second, she moved them and took a deep, calming breath. “Absolutely.” Then she turned to Vivienne and gave her a sweet smile. “It was nice to meet you, Vivienne. I hope I see you again soon.”

She was trying so hard to be serious and composed that I dared not laugh because I knew it would hurt her feelings. I winked at her and nodded encouragingly, making her beam.

“It was lovely to meet you, too, Chiara,” Vivienne returned with a gentle smile.

My sister gave a jaunty wave before spinning around and taking off—most likely to the kitchen, where she would attempt to bribe the staff for sweets.

“She’s adorable,” Vivienne giggled.

“Most of the time,” I agreed, one corner of my lips tipped up in amusement.

My gaze roved over her face, and I frowned at the reminder of her injuries. She looked about ready to drop, so I scooped her into my arms, ignoring her feeble protest. “Let’s get you settled.”

Across from the front door was a grand staircase that split at the halfway point into two bridal curved stairs. I strode to one side and jogged up to the second floor, turning left at the top and walking down the hall until we reached the right door before setting her on her feet again.

“This is your room,” I told Vivienne as I opened the door to the bedroom attached to mine.For now.

She looked around with an expression of awe. Her plump lips parted, and visions of them wrapped around my cock infiltrated my head.

“It’s amazing,” she whispered.

I shook away the dirty fantasy and tried to focus on her while willing my rapidly growing erection to stand down.

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