Page 75 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

With that, she strides away.

About to grind my molars into dust, I follow her.

Irritating woman.

Why can’t she see that I’m just trying to keep her safe?

I catch up to Roisin, who is walking ahead of me quickly. “Roisin. Be reasonable. If we stay in Ireland, that’s what they’re hoping for. They’re going to hunt you down until they find you, and then you won’t have anywhere to go.”

“We don’t even know who they are!” she practically shouts.

Shit.

I grab her arm, ignoring her squeak of protest, and tug her into an alley.

Roisin starts to raise her voice, but I cover her mouth quickly. When she raises a hand to smack me, I shake my head. “Stop,” I whisper, my voice a harsh scrape against the cold sea air. “Just stop. Just wait, Roisin.”

She narrows her eyes. Her chest is heaving, and I do my best to keep our gazes locked, so I don’t look down at her very tempting breasts.

Finally, she nods, and I lower my hand.

“Think about it. Seriously. If we’re constantly running from them, whoever they are, then we’re not going to be able to do anything to figure this out. Moretti isn’t stupid. I’m sure he’s already looking up the records of whoever left the dock, and he knows our destination. It’s only a matter of time. We need to stay one step ahead of him, then when we’re safe at the safehouse in Lugano, we can do some digging.”

Roisin hisses, the sound a laugh that’s desperate and claws at my chest. “A safe house? Really?”

“Really.”

Roisin shakes her head. “Look, I appreciate the offer, Marco. But this isn’t your fight. You made it crystal clear what we are to each other, and I’m not asking you to risk any more. If you want to leave, you can leave, but I’m staying.”

“Roisin…”

Footsteps, echoing through the alley, spur me to action.

I tuck Roisin into an alcove. It smells foul back here, but the smell of trash might keep whoever is in the alley away. When they keep coming, I do something else instead.

I duck my head down, tugging the fishy blanket that Roisin is covered in up around her ears, and I kiss her.

Somehow, some fucking how, I can’t keep my lips off of her. It doesn’t matter if we’re in mortal danger or if we smell like fish, the only thing that I can do when it comes to her is keep her safe.

With a kiss.

At first, it’s just a kiss. She’s mad at me, so her lips are tight under mine. Gently, I bring the sides of my hands up to cup her face.

I want Roisin back.

I want the woman who I kissed in the shower. I want the woman who I kissed, who tasted like the ocean and the sun. I want the woman that I spent my days and nights with in a tiny cabin on the Irish coast.

I want the only thing I’ve ever wanted for myself.

The one thing that hasn’t belonged to my family, the one obligation I’ve never felt like I had to fill. I wanted Roisin before I knew who shewas.

And damn it.

I’m going to have her.

I tug her hair, noting how the tangles make it easy for me to burrow my fingers against her scalp. She softens under my hands, her lips opening with a breathy moan that I capture as I lap at the sound of her sigh.

I know the moment she loses control too.

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