Page 86 of Mafia King: Matteo
“Yes. I’m fine. See you later.” I turn to go, but his hand clamps on my wrist, and he pulls me into his chest, holding my hands in his.
“Not so fast,” he breathes before his lips cover mine for a deep kiss. “I didn’t come here for nothing,” he says before disappearing down the hall and leaving me wanting him.
I presume Gio is waiting for him downstairs. And, just as I thought, he knows how to access the entire building. I’m sure he’s only seen when he wants to be seen.
Considering someone might want him dead, I’m a bit giddy over his supernatural abilities.
Izzy texts and congratulates me on my engagement.
Thank you.
I didn’t know you were getting married so soon.
June isn’t soon.
Page Six has your wedding date in March.
March? There has to be a mistake. I thought it was June.
They don’t make mistakes. I hope you picked out a dress and have connections for a venue, or is it a destination wedding?
I have to go, but I’ll call you with the details.
Am I getting married in a few weeks? This is happening too fast. My head hurts thinking about what has to be done. How can I work and plan an impressive wedding?
Did Matteo plan the wedding without me?
CHAPTER 29
MATTEO
I’m miffed. Sophia told me Alena was working late, but my fiancée didn’t. Doesn’t Alena know that her plans concern me? Doesn’t she value our time together? Does she have so little regard for our arrangement that she didn’t text me about this change?
I was heading to check out a business, but I had to see that she was okay. I suffer withdrawal when she leaves the room, so an entire day without her humbles me. I’m jealous others are with her—and I’m not. I’m happy she works with women and that Nathan is into men.
I’m irritated sitting in traffic and over Antonio’s botched overdose situation. I hope to God there is no evidence of our hit. I’ve never worried much about these things, so I guess there is a tinge of appreciation for my father, who carried the stress of the job for the rest of the family.
Without Alena, my dark world would creep into my soul and hold me as a prisoner forever. It would be a living hell. Am I being selfish in taking her?
Yes.
Am I selfish for wanting to have a family with her?
Absolutely. I’m fucking up her life and putting her in more danger. The funny thing is that she had no idea her father was putting her in the crosshairs. Would the don believe her father acted alone in his ploy of deceit?
She is my Angel and the light of my life. She makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. With her, I’m happy. I haven’t been happy since my mother died. Sure, I love spending time with my family, and we laugh and carry on like most, but Alena awakens feelings that have been walled off forever.
Perhaps the hatred for my father made me unworthy of love, and now that chapter is closed. They say new doors of opportunity open all the time. Ironically, it was a door to the sex club. Our meeting was by chance, but now, I shudder at the thought that we might not have found each other. She can resent my control, but she’ll never be free of me. I refuse to let her go.
I never thought my life would be a happy one. Alena is in danger every time I’m seen with her. Soon, my enemies will discover that she is my weakness. As much as I try to hide my feelings, I can’t deny my love for her as she consumes my thoughts.
The day passes as I work in my office at a warehouse. Alena texts me about the wedding date.
I need to hear her voice, so I call her.
“What is wrong, my Angel?”
“A month? I thought we discussed June for the wedding,” she exclaims. She’s upset. I assume a bride would be anxious, but this is deeper than wedding jitters.
