Page 53 of Secret Mafia Daddy

I smirk at her. “Can’t wait for our wedding night,” I murmur. “I won’t be wasting this one.”

Catarina looks at me like she’s going to say something snarky, but then Chelsea bounces into the room, wearing one of my T-shirts that is so big it pools around her ankles on the floor. She’s also wearing the fairy wings, which keep it from sliding off her shoulders.

“Fairy, fairy, I’m a pretty fairy,” she says in a sing-song voice, and I chuckle and sweep her up, kissing along her belly and blowing a raspberry there.

She giggles and squeals as I put her down.

“You’re the prettiest fairy,” I say.

She frowns. “No, Papa. Tinkerbell is the prettiest fairy. Do you believe in fairies?”

Catarina gives me a sharp look and I realize that this must be important.

“Of course I do,” I say. “I’m looking at one right now, aren’t I??

Chelsea grins. “Good, because you know what happens when people don’t believe in fairies?”

“What’s that, princess?”

“They die,” she says, falling dramatically on the floor and sticking her tongue out, making a face.

I can’t help but laugh and then help her up. “Well then, I’ll always remember to believe in fairies.”

She grins and climbs up into her highchair. Catarina buckles her in and gives her some cereal to munch on.

“How long do you think she’s going to wear those?” Catarina asks under her breath.

“Forever,” I say, snorting out another laugh.

No one makes me laugh like Chelsea, and I’m so happy to have her in my life that it’s affecting my feelings for Catarina.

I look into her gray eyes and my heart clenches in my chest.

None of that, Angelo, I tell myself. She’s a means to an end. And that end is not going to jail and having my perfect little girl in my life, so it’s important to me.

That’s all it is.

22

CATARINA

The day of the wedding comes up too quickly, in my opinion. I’ve been working with my parents to pick out everything, and I’ve finally decided on an off-the-shoulder, way too expensive dress.

My mother loves it, though. Says I look like a fairytale princess and Angelo will be floored.

I have to admit that I kind of want him to be floored, even if all of this is for show.

Angelo and I haven’t been intimate with each other since our date because of all the wedding planning, and he’s kind of grumpy the morning before the wedding, especially since Chelsea is staying with Mia while Dante and Nico plan his bachelor party. I don’t even want to think about how many strippers will be there, it makes my blood boil.

He slides his hand along my waist and I shiver, but pull away, standing up to go to the bathroom. He groans from the bed.

“Come on, Catarina, it’s been ages.”

“It’s been less than a week,” I shoot back, brushing my teeth with the door open. He comes in to stand behind me, looking at me in the mirror as he palms my ass.

“Could bend you over right here,” he murmurs close to my ear, giving me goosebumps. “Make you look at yourself in the mirror when I make you come.”

My body floods with heat and I push my ass back against his crotch only for a moment before darting away, back into the bedroom where I pull off my nightie and put on a simple shift dress.

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