Page 21 of Mafia Boss's Fake Fiancée

“If we’re not safe here, then we can go somewhere else.”

“No. It’s fine. You love this house. We all do.”

A smile stretches across her lips. “All right. Oh, look. There’s your lovely fiancée.”

I glance over my shoulder as Adriana steps into the room. She looks radiant, like a star. And it has nothing to do with her dark red sweater with a golden star on it.

“Do you have some family photos?” Adriana asks. “Salvatore doesn’t have much, and I’d really love to see some.”

I gape at her. What the fuck is she doing?

“Of course, honey. Let me go get them.”

“No, there’s no need for that.” I place my hand on my grandma’s shoulder to stop her from getting up.

“Oh?” She looks up at me. “Okay then. You go get them. There’s one old album right in that drawer over there.” She lifts her finger toward it.

“I’ll get it.” Adriana sounds all too excited about it as she glances at me, a smile curving her lips.

Great. I wish I could read Adriana’s mind. She’s up to something. I can see it in her eyes, but I can’t exactly drag her out of here without making my grandma suspicious.

Once we’re all seated on the sofa, with my grandma and the album in the middle, I sigh.

“This is Salvatore,” my grandma says, pointing at a photo of me when I was a baby.

“Aww, so cute!” Adriana grins.

I press my lips into a tight line as my grandma flips through more photos. Our whole family is in there. My grandma never leaves anyone out, and it’s a huge damn album.

“Who is that?” Adriana points her finger directly at Flavio.

It’s one of the last photos my grandma and grandpa took with all their children. It’s easy to recognize everyone who’s here, so she knows exactly who she’s pointing at.

Fuck.

“It’s my Flavio,” my grandma says, her eyes getting teary. “He’s always been so stubborn and wanted to do things on his own. Look at him frowning at the camera. He never wanted to have his photos taken. I had to force him to take this one.”

“Reminds me of Cesare,” Adriana says softly.

“Cesare?” My grandma looks up at her.

“My brother.”

“Ah, yes. You have two brothers.”

“Yeah, Cesare and Enzo.”

“Enzo? The one who didn’t want to be boss and abandoned your family?”

“Grandma—” I say.

Adriana furrows her brow. “No, he didn’t abandon us. He just wanted something different.”

“And what about you? What do you want?” My grandma stares at Adriana.

I know exactly how penetrating my grandma’s look is. Adriana just might regret her idea of talking about family.

“Adriana and I are getting married,” I say. “So it’s obvious what she wants.”

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