Page 31 of Mafia Boss's Fake Fiancée

“He was, but he was very good at hiding it. He still is. He never wanted to talk about any of it, and he only smiled around you. Maybe sometimes around Enzo too, but not after Enzo left.”

“How didn’t I notice any of that?”

“You were a kid, and you’re his little sister. It wasn’t your job to notice.”

“Fuck,” Adriana mutters under her breath.

I reach out and pull her into my arms. She nestles her head on my chest as I caress her hair.

“I can’t believe I was around you two, like, all the time, and I was totally clueless about everything. I know Cesare never talks about his feelings or anything, but did he ever tell you anything about Enzo and me? Why is he so mad at Enzo?”

“That’s something you should talk to him about. Or maybe Enzo and your parents.”

“Right.” She lets out a sigh.

It’s nice. Having her in my arms is so damn nice.

I’ve never done anything like it before. But her body is so warm and so soft against mine that I don’t want to let go of her. Why haven’t I tried it before? Maybe because no other woman is like Adriana.

But once our little pretense is over, we’re going to go our separate ways. She’ll go back home to her family. I’ll go back to my life.

At least I won’t have to tell Cesare I fucked Adriana. He would kill me if he found out. But she’s not going to tell him. Why would she?

She’s going to have to marry someone else. I clench my jaw. I don’t know why the thought of someone else with her makes me want to punch something.

It’s going to happen anyway. It’s not like Adriana and I will be together. It’s crazy to even think about it. It’s not just about Cesare either. His or anyone’s opinion wouldn’t matter to me.

It’s about me. And about Adriana.

We’re not meant to be. She should be happy. I can already picture her smiling, joy dancing in her eyes. It helps me relax a little.

She’ll be happy. She’s not going to settle for anything less.

But what about me? Wouldn’t I want a woman like Adriana by my side? As I keep holding her in my arms, I no longer think it’s so bad to be with someone.

No, not justsomeone.

Her.

It’s just her, and no one else.

But we would bicker all the time, wouldn’t we? She’d want to fight me every step of the way. It would be so much fun. And then I would kiss her, fuck her, watch her smile... We’d never turn into my parents. I wouldn’t let it happen.

We would be a team, just like my grandma said. Adriana would always be there for me, and she’d never betray me. It would be nice to have someone to talk to, wake up next to her every day, share all the good and bad things with her...

But what the hell am I thinking? Why would Adriana choose a life with me? She might not be the perfect mafia wife, but I’m far from the perfect mafia husband.

Adriana is like a sweet poison, and she’s still in my system, so I’m hallucinating and thinking about things I shouldn’t even be considering.

She pushes herself up, straddling me, her eyes trained on mine. I groan as she rubs herself against my cock and bites down on her lip.

I don’t know how she does it, but I’m ready for more. More than ready. I’m going to burst if I don’t have her again.

“One more time?” she asks.

“Fuck yeah.” I get hold of her hips.

As she slides herself down on my cock, she stares into my eyes. How the fuck am I supposed to let her go after this?

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