Page 115 of My Mafia Queen

This time, he centers his focus on me.

“Business or pleasure?” I ask.

“It’s not business for sure. I don’t know if it’s pleasure, either. It’s about a property I haven’t seen in a long while.”

“Here?”

“Italy.”

“Oh.”

The disappointment in my voice clouds the air.

“Would you like to come to me?”

I quickly perk up.

“To Italy?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“We’re leaving this week. We can talk to the lawyer tomorrow morning and then be on a plane in the evening.”

It takes me a few moments to realize what he’s saying. I’m getting legal help, and I’m traveling overseas?

He watches me how I go through emotions before pushing to my feet and looping my arms around him.

He pulls me into his chest while I kiss his lips.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

He kisses me back, and it takes a lot of effort not to morph into some silly girl who tears up.

“I would love to go with you,” I say, looking at him. “We can actually see a lawyer when we return.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. How long will we be gone?”

“We’ll come back on Sunday.”

“Yes. Okay… We can do that.”

He starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“Let me do it,” I say.

He gives me a quiet laugh.

“I’m so happy that you’re back,” I murmur.

“Me too,” he says sincerely, and his voice makes me tilt my gaze up.

I read his eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened in New York?”

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