Page 23 of Mafia Boss's Surprise Baby

Or at least, I belong to him. One day, I hope the opposite is true.

I sigh, getting into the shower, and I’m sore all over, with bruises on my hips from Dante’s fingers, hickeys all over my throat. I smile, looking at them in the mirror after a hot shower that makes my muscles feel less tight.

Dante returns earlier than I thought, bringing room service breakfast – lox and bagels, which I scarf down immediately, starving.

He chuckles at me and eats himself. “What do you want to do today, pretty girl?” he asks.

“Just be with you,” I say simply, and he smiles.

“I need to take you on a proper date, so we’re going to dinner tonight.”

I grin at him. “Funny that you’re taking me on a dateafterwe got married.”

“I guess we’re doing things out of order,” he teases, patting my head.

I smile and lounge on the bed after eating, groaning. “I’m so tired,” I complain.

Dante sits next to me on the bed, looking down at his phone with a frown. “Well, I can always make some more calls, let you get in a nap.”

I frown, my eyes popping open.

“Dante?”

He looks over at me with clear hazel eyes. “Hmm?”

“You’d tell me, if there was someone else?”

“There’s nothing to tell,” he says with a sigh. “I’ve already told you, any woman I was seeing I’ve broken it off with. Before we ever got married.”

I sigh and nuzzle against his side. “I’m sorry, Dante. I can’t help being jealous.”

Dante leans down and kisses the crown of my head. “I don’t mind you being jealous, but you just have to trust me.”

“I trust you,” I say, but I’m not all together sure that I do. Not yet, anyway. I already love Dante, but he doesn’t love me back. Dante seems to trust me, but that’s what I have issues with. I’ll have to learn to trust him.

I let my eyes drift shut, and Dante takes his work calls out on the balcony. He’s in and out, but I sleep mostly through it before he wakes me up to get ready for dinner.

“How fancy is the restaurant?” I ask, and he makes a gesture to say so-so with his hand.

I dress in a cocktail dress instead of a gown, a bright yellow one that compliments my olive skin tone and my auburn hair.

Dante whistles as I put on my diamond earrings.

“Look at you, pretty girl,” he says under his breath, nuzzling against my neck. He’s wearing a black silk shirt and gray slacks that are tailored perfectly.

“Don’t do that,” I groan. “Or we’ll never leave the hotel.”

“We can order in,” he mumbles, nipping at my earlobe but I laugh and push him away.

“Not tonight,” I say firmly. “I want a date.”

As much time as we’ve spent together, I don’t feel like Dante and I know each other very well. Other than the night he was upset after his father’s service, I don’t feel like he’s really opened up to me. I hope that I can get something out of him tonight.

Dante takes my hand, and we walk down the beach to a nice seafood restaurant and my mouth is practically watering by the time we’re seated.

“This is beautiful, Dante,” I say, even though the décor is a little on the kitschy side.

“It’s a little cheesy, but it’s cute,” he says, flipping through the menu. He looks up at me. “You want a drink?”

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