Page 27 of Sinful Bodyguard (Dark Mafia Sins 4)

I guess I’m surprising everyone that I’m, in fact, alive. Romeo and I are even. We both saved each other one way or another.

“You must be Luna’s new bodyguard.” Her sister Gia comes forward. She extends her hand, and I take in the room once again.

I prefer to stay in the shadows, and the little stunt Luna pulled places us on everyone’s radar.

Reluctantly, I shake Gia’s hand. My mind is surveying everyone in attendance. Luna squeezes my fingers together in a painful pinch. “Congratulations on your engagement. I’m sorry we’ve ruined it,” I apologize when it looks like Luna doesn’t plan to.

“If this is all that happens, we should be happy.” She laughs, and Luna steps in to hug her. Only then do I allow my grasp to leave her.

Both her father and brother are looking at me. They don’t agree with me lying to Luna. I know they’re thinking it’s a pussy move. A man has every right to choose a wife, even if I forced her hand. Luna still needs time to adjust to me being in her life.

I step to the side, looking the part of the trusty bodyguard. My hands clasp behind my back as I stew over Luna crashing my car. The crushed metal glares at me.

“Fin.” My uncle stands beside me.

“Uncle, it’s good to see you. Can you get my car cleaned out of here?”

“Already on it. I see you’re taking my request very seriously,” he says, looking toward Luna and Gia. His voice is low to avoid any eavesdropping. “Look at Romeo gloating about securing a Rossi as a wife.”

“You worried about their union?”

A low, deep laugh escapes him. My uncle believes he’s better than everyone. “This worked out better that I could have planned.” The way he says it has my skin prickling.

“Why do you need me to keep an eye on Luna?”

“In due time, son. I’m proud of you.” He takes my hand in a crushing shake, but I show no sign that I feel anything.

Luna

ItrytoignoreFin, but my body betrays me. Every step he takes, I’m aware. My body subconsciously moves in accordance with him. Instead of trying to lose him, I’ve purposely stayed in his sight. The way he watches me gives me a rush that I have never experienced before.

Seeing Max, my soon-to-be brother-in-law, I head in his direction. I take one step, and Fin positions himself, blocking my access. It gives me a jolt of energy seeing his growly face.

“You’re not going near him.”

It’s not like Max purposely tried to drug me.

I lift a brow as I try to sidestep Fin. The air feels thick in the limited space between us. I have the urge to brush his furrowed eyebrows to smooth them.

“I don’t want you near him.” His voice is deep and protective. The same way it used to sound. His fingers trail down my arm, and I can’t help the shiver that comes after it. I’m going crazy. This is what happens when you’ve been locked away with no one other than Fin.

“Luna,” my oldest sister, Aria, greets and cuts the tension coiled between us.

We both take a step back, and Fin clears his throat. He disappears into the background, leaving Aria and me alone.

“I never thought I would see you with Fin again,” she comments, knowing all about how angry I was when he shut me out of his life after his sister’s death.

I look over my shoulder, expecting him to be staring at me like he was before, but he’s disappeared. I should be relieved; he’s finally done what I’ve been asking. But I feel nothing of the sort.

“Not my choice,” I grumble.

“Did he ever talk to you aboutthatday?” Her voice lowers. No one talks about that day—the day I was shot with the arrow and he lost the rest of his family.

“Nope.” I cross my arms. I tried to visit him afterward to see if he was okay. I tried every day for a month. I even went to extremes, like shooting his crown off for him to remember I was there for him.

Another lady invites herself to stand with Aria and me, stopping the conversation from going any further. I hate these events. I would much rather talk about the newest illegal gun I can get my hands on than what these women have to say. I don’t do charity boards. I refuse marriages. Maybe if they talked about sex more, I’d enjoy myself. But I see too many prudes to make my time enjoyable. Politely, I excuse myself to go look for Fin.

Worry ripples through me when I can’t find him. I’ve walked through the main room twice and have now started to search the back hallways. What if my problems have now affected him? I have never cared about if I get hurt, but the idea of anyone I care about getting hurt kills me.

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