Page 10 of Mafia Boss's Fake Fiancée

Arguing with my grandma isn’t something she should ever do, no matter what kind of things my grandma says.

Adriana presses her lips together and smiles, but her eyes are throwing daggers at me.

“She just can’t live without me,” I say to my grandma, who nods with a smile.

Once we reach the dining room, my grandma takes a seat at the head of the table.

“Why is she sitting in your chair?” she asks.

I look up. Adriana flashes me a smile from across the table. She’s just going to try everything to annoy my grandma and me, isn’t she?

“Does she not know our customs?” My grandma’s questioning gaze searches mine. “I sit here. You sit across from me because you’re the boss and the owner of this house.”

“I thought we could switch things up today. I want everyone to be able to look at my beautiful fiancée.”

My mom lowers her gaze and stares at the empty glass in front of her. The whole thing must be bringing up bad memories for her.

I wish I could tell Adriana to stop fucking around and torturing my mom, but she doesn’t know anything about my family. She thinks she’s only annoying me, but in the process, she’s making my mom think I’m turning into my father.

“Ah.” My grandma seems satisfied with my answer.

I place my hand on my mom’s shoulder and squeeze lightly as I pass her by to get to my seat. Adriana keeps grinning at me, enjoying all the attention. My aunts are whispering something to each other and glancing at Adriana.

Do I even want to know what kind of stories will spread around in our family circle about my fiancée and me?

Definitely not. I don’t give a fuck.

My grandma looks pleased and calm, and that’s the only important thing. I don’t care about anything else, and I’ll explain everything to my mom as soon as I can.

I’m not like my father, who only wanted a beautiful trophy wife and didn’t give a damn about her. That’s why I’ll save some innocent woman from myself. I don’t think I can fall in love and be with someone for the rest of my life, so why even try and make us both miserable?

There’s only one thing I can thank mydear old dadfor—I can hide and mask what I really feel very well. I can look at Adriana and pretend I’m in love with her, and no one will doubt any of it.

It helps that she’s hot and I’d love to do certain things to her that have nothing to do with love. I reach out to cover her hand with mine, but she pulls away. I meet her gaze, giving her a warning look, but she only smiles.

So beautiful, yet so infuriating. Would kissing her melt her icy facade?

I doubt it.

Maybe if I placed my hand on her thigh... But that would be a sure way of pissing her off. Who knows what she would do and how she’d react? I’d love to find out, but it’s not the right time or place.

While the food is served and pretty much everyone is talking and not paying much attention to us, my grandma keeps watching Adriana and me with a small smile on her face. Adriana and I need to be very careful not to fuck everything up.

CHAPTER6

Adriana

I glareat Salvatore as he reaches for the pillows I put in the middle of the bed to form a barrier between us. “What are you doing?”

“We don’t need these,” he says. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“No, but I’ll hurtyou.” I flash him a smile that lasts for a nanosecond before I give him my iciest, expressionless face ever.

“You won’t. I can take care of myself,” he says with all the calmness in the world.

I groan and stride to the bathroom. At least the gray plush pajamas are nice, but I don’t know how I feel about sleeping in the same bed as Salvatore.

Sure, it’s just sleeping. The bed is huge, and we won’t even touch each other. I’ll stay on my side, and he’ll stay on his. If I turn my back to him, I can pretend he’s not even there. We’re both adults, and he’d be very stupid to try something.

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