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My grandma’s gaze snaps to me. “I wasn’t asking you. I was asking her. Now bring me some wine.”

“I don’t think you should be—” I don’t want her mixing alcohol and meds that she’s probably taking.

“Really? Are you going to annoy me and take my last joy from me? The doctor said it was fine.”

“I’m sure he did,” I mutter under my breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I’ll get you some.” I rise to my feet and give Adriana a warning look.

As soon as I’m out of the door, I press myself against the wall.

“Are you ready to be a proper mafia wife?” my grandma asks. “Your family is a little unusual, and I’m not saying that because of your brother who abandoned his duty. Your father retired before your other brother—Cesare—was ready.”

“How do you know that?” Adriana asks.

It’s a good question. Who told her about all that?

It wasn’t me. Maybe it was my mom.

“I know a lot of things. I was a mafia princess, then I turned into a mafia wife and mother, and finally a mafia grandmother. You have to pay attention to everything, especially when it comes to your family. So tell me. Are you ready to be a proper mafia wife to my grandson? Are you willing to do your duty?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“You’re lying through your teeth, but it’s okay. It’s not what Salvatore wants or needs anyway. I like you.”

I’m glad she approves, but we need to be very careful around her. She knows me too well, and it looks like she’s getting to know Adriana, especially if my mom has been talking about us. We don’t want her to figure out our lie.

“Salvatore! My wine!” my grandma yells.

I hurry to the kitchen.

CHAPTER11

Adriana

I standon the terrace and watch the sky. It’s freezing out here. I should’ve brought a coat with me, but I need some fresh air, and I don’t want to run into any of Salvatore’s family, especially his grandma.

I hear footsteps behind me, and a moment later, something warm envelops me. I spin around and let out a gasp as I meet Salvatore’s gaze. He’s put a blanket over my shoulders.

“It’s cold,” he says.

“You’re in your dress shirt, and your sleeves are rolled up. You must be freezing out here.” I wrap the blanket tighter around myself. “Thank you.” I frown. “Wait, there aren’t any spiders or anything on this, right?”

He lets out a laugh. “Did I really put a spider on you?”

“Yeah, you did.” I grimace.

“Oh, right. I put it in your hair, and you ran down the hallway screaming.” His grin widens.

“I’m glad that’s a fond memory for you, but it’s not for me.”

“No spiders or anything. I promise.” He slides his hands into the pockets of his pants.

Is Salvatore really being nice to me? I know he doesn’t want me to ruin his perfect plan, but what if he’s changed?

No one can be a dumb kid forever. Everyone grows up eventually.

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