Page 58 of Sinful Daughter (Dark Mafia Sins 2)

Bringing our drinks back, I have no time to take a sip before I’m pulled onto the dance floor.

“Want to know what I thought when I first saw you?” Theo grabs my hand and begins to slow dance with me even though the song is upbeat. “I thought you would be this stuck up, spoiled, gorgeous woman. I never expected you to be so sweet.”

“You thought I was a prostitute.”

“Not true. I knew who you were. The way you smiled at me had my heart racing. Before you, I forgot I even had one in my chest. You, my sweet Aria, opened my eyes to an unexpected life. You made me want to live for the future instead of living for the past.”

I cup his cheek, staring into his eyes. In moments like this, I’m able to see all of him. He is the kindest, most loving man. It is well hidden under his broody attitude, and in this lifestyle, you need it to be.

“I truly lucked out. I’m one lucky bastard. You can guarantee I will never let you down, Aria.”

We spend the night dancing, drinking, and carefree for the first time in who knows how long. I don’t remember the last time we all let our guards down. Theo dances with me each time instead of watching from his perch. He may claim he hates dancing, but his moves say differently.

“When we get home, I’m tearing this outfit off you, then burning it in the morning,” he says gruffly. His eyes are hooded, and he looks at me cockily, prepared for me to put up an argument.

“You’ll have to catch me first.” I pop a hip, winking at him.

“Bye, love birds.” Lori waves, walking away with her fling for the night.

Luca, Aly, Theo, and I step into the car waiting to drive us home. I’m leaning into Theo’s shoulder, closing my eyes, allowing the night to wrap around me. Tonight was perfect.

Theo and my brother’s phones go off at the same time. My feet are killing me from a night of dancing. I lean over to see who’s calling, my father’s name appearing on the screen.

Luca places his phone on speaker since it’s only the four of us in the car.

“I need Kane and Aria,” my father barks out.

My spine stiffens, and I sit up, alert. “Why me?” I ask.

“I’ve been told Gia just killed Katrina. The cops are already on the scene. She needs a lawyer. Aria, deal with Gia. Kane, make sure this doesn’t get any coverage. I want it to disappear until I know what the hell is going on. Luca, kill the security who was on duty.” Our father slams the phone down, and we hear a click disconnecting the call.

We all look at each other in shock, wondering what the hell happened.

EPILOGUE

1 year later

“When are weofficially going to set a date for our wedding?”

Theo is stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his torso. He pauses midstep before continuing out into my bedroom. “When I think your father won’t kill me.”

This has been our arguing point for the last month. It’s time. We’ve been together out in the open for the last year. I see no reason why we shouldn’t be married. It’s not like my father doesn’t know that this is the end goal. Theo did propose in front of my family.

“Are you forgetting he already gave his blessing? You might want to consider what he’ll do if you don’t marry me.” I give him my big smile while pulling panties up my legs before snapping my bra in place.

Theo allows his towel to drop between us. “There’s no need to put on more clothes.” His deep voice with the way he’s eyeing me has me wanting to clench my thighs. I know this look of his. It’s the “I’m going to get my way and make you scream ‘Oh God’” look.

I go grab the jeans laid out on the bed, but he grabs my wrist, pulling me flush to him. His skin feels damp against mine, his cock resting between our bodies. His thumb circles at the bottom of my ass, stroking my skin and panties.

“You’re not going to distract me this time.” I fight to hold strong. He does this each time I bring up marriage. He plays my body like it’s a musical instrument made for him. He knows every stroke to hit before I lose track of the conversation I want to have.

“I’m going to distract you, because you’re going to ruin my moment if you keep this up.”

“I would be more worried about you getting me pregnant than picking an official date for a wedding.”

“Again, I don’t have a death wish. I’m more of a ‘do then ask for permission’ type of guy.”

“Why do you do this to me?”

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