Page 21 of Forbidden Mobster's Daughter

“Have you listened to my voicemail?”Antonio asks me over the phone.

I look over at Sienna, who has been sitting next to me.

We left the bridal shop thirty minutes ago, but we're still driving thanks to rush hour traffic. And yes, I heard his voicemail.

Antonio’s voicemail was what made me unexpectedly fuck his daughter.Francesco’s father called me. He’ll leave prison a week earlier than agreed. Let Sienna know.

“Matteo?” Antonio asks again.

“Yes,” I say, relieved I didn’t use Bluetooth to answer this call. If this occupation has taught me one thing, it’s never to accept a call on speaker when not alone.

“Have you told her?”

I clear my throat. No, I haven’t told her because the minute I listened to the voicemail, I walked back because the shop attendant returned, and everything changed. Gabrielle told me that Sienna wanted my opinion about the dress.

I followed her into the room, and the minute I saw Sienna so lovely and vulnerable, a primal part of me wanted to fuck her. That need was so urgent that I didn’t think about the consequences. I saw Sienna in this long, silky, white dress and decided since I couldn’t marry her, I could fuck her. And fuck her, I did.

I clear my throat. “No, I was on another call while she tried on some dresses. I’ll tell her right now.”

“Great. Talk to you soon,” he says and hangs up.

She turns her attention to me. “What is it?”

I tap the steering wheel and look at the highway traffic. Fuck. What am I waiting for? A warm blanket and homemade cookies? There’s no right atmosphere to make this news any easier on her. If I don’t tell her, her father will. She’ll find out soon enough.

A rumble of apprehension travels through me. “Sienna.”

“Yes?” She tilts her head to the side.

I look at the traffic again, then take a deep breath. “Francesco will be released a week earlier. Your father wanted me to let you know.”

The color drains from her face. “What?”

“Yeah. His lawyer called Francesco’s dad, who called your father.”

“When… did this happen?” she asks, her voice losing energy at the end.

I rub my temple and curse the timing. I should have pulled the car from the highway to tell her this news. Though maybe it’s best to suck it up and treat it like I don’t know what this means for her. For us. “Your father called me earlier and left a message… before we had sex.”

“And you weren’t going to tell me?”

“I was waiting for the right moment.”

She watches me in silence, and I feel the weight of her gaze on my profile. “When is the right moment to tell someone their one-way trip to hell has been moved up?”

“You can keep the wedding date. He’ll just be out sooner. Maybe he’ll want to see you earlier,” I say, and each word makes me sick. The idea of that scum of a man anywhere Sienna makes me want to throw up and also kill him. My gut clenches. I knew getting involved with her in any way, shape, or form would be bad for me.

I’ve waited a decade to be free from Antonio’s clutches. I can’t jeopardize it now. It’s not just about me… I have to consider what could happen to my mother.

“Okay. Well, thanks.”

I give her a sideways glance. “What’s on your mind?”

“I’ve come to learn what’s on my mind doesn’t matter.”

A wave of shame washes through me. Of course, I didn’t handle this correctly. The bastard I am, I used her body as a distraction from the truth. I took her virginity, fucked her, delayed news that would certainly not land me in her bed if given to her sooner. “Sienna, I feel horrible.”

She leans closer and pats my shoulder. Her touch should be condescending; she has every right to hate me now. Instead, she’s trying to comfort me, which only deepens the blade buried in my heart. I don’t deserve her.

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