Page 6 of Mafia Boss's Fake Fiancée

A lot in the house is exactly as it was back then, except for a few modern but necessary additions.

“I don’t give a fuck about your family.” Adriana keeps her arms crossed in front of her chest as she follows me inside.

“Then let’s go to our room. It’s upstairs.” I place my hand on the elaborate wooden railing.

“Our room?” Her eyebrows shoot up. “What do you meanourroom? I’m your fiancée, not your wife.”

“My whole family, including all my uncles and their families, will be here. There isn’t enough space, unless you want to sleep with my uncle’s kids or with my grandma. And to my family, being engaged is practically the same as being married. No one’s ever broken off their engagement.” That tradition will change after me, but then it won’t matter anymore.

“Such a huge house. Not enough room. Great,” she mutters under her breath.

When I open the door for her, she steps inside and looks around. It’s one of the biggest rooms in the house, with a king-sized bed and a private bathroom.

Adriana goes to the big hand-carved mahogany closet and opens it. All the clothes have already been brought so we don’t have to bother with them. She pulls out a plain black dress and turns to me.

“Really? You expect me to wearthis? Is your grandma already dead? Because I wouldn’t even wear it to a funeral.” She tosses the dress back in the closet.

“You need to look respectful. That’s what my grandma expects. Why would I marry anyone other than a perfectly obedient, traditional mafia woman?”

“Then why didn’t you just get yourself one of those? Your poor, poor grandma. You don’t really care much about her, do you? Lying to her face... That’s just... cold.”

I clench my jaw. “I don’t need or want a real wife, and I don’t give a fuck if you think I don’t care much about her. You’re here to be my fiancée, and you’re going to play your role. If you don’t—”

“You don’t need to threaten me. I know why I’m here. Unfortunately. But I know why you don’t want a real wife. You’d be too worried she’d slit your throat in your sleep because she couldn’t stand you.”

“No, that’s whatyou’d do to any idiot dumb enough to marryyou. I love my freedom, and I do whatever I want, whenever I want, and exactly how I want it.”

For a moment, I’m transported back to the past.

I’m just a kid, watching my mom as she stands in the foyer. My father enters. She starts screaming and yelling at him, demanding to know where he was. He grabs her and slams her against the wall.

I blink out of the memory. There’s no way in hell I’m letting something like that happen to me and the one who’d probably be forced to marry me.

If I ever decide I want to have an heir, I’ll figure something out. Strike a deal with someone. It’s not really hard to do that when you have money.

“Are we going to sleep in the same bed?” Adriana raises an eyebrow at me.

“Of course, my love.” I blow her a kiss.

She huffs and climbs on the bed. Then she starts grabbing the pillows and placing them in the middle of the bed.

I want to tell her she’s overreacting, but I’m too distracted because she’s on all fours, with her ass up.

She glances over her shoulder and catches me staring. Then she chucks a pillow at me. I catch it, glad I can use it to cover my erection.

Fuck. Usually, nothing affects me like this, but there have been times when I thought about fucking Adriana. Imagined her pretty mouth around my cock. Pictured what it would feel like to bury myself deep inside her.

And now I need a cold shower. She’s trouble. If I fucked her, everything would go to hell. I need to get her out of my head, no matter how tempting she is.

It’s a good thing she hates me, and I think she’s a nightmare—a hot one, but still a nightmare to deal with.

Hate-fucking her would be a terrible, terrible idea.

Is that why I want to do it so much?

CHAPTER4

Adriana

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