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My heart drums fast, an odd but welcomed feeling. “You need to stop fantasizing about me like some mafia bunny. The faster you realize I’m going to go back into that room”—I point in the gym’s direction—“and enjoy my night with my actual date, the better off you will be.”
I watch the hurt surface on her face before she forces her shoulders back and erases it. If I don’t push her away, I will only cause her trouble in the end. She needs more than what I can offer.
I turn from her and slowly drag myself back into the decorated room. Each step is forced, and I still feel no better than before. My stomach knots, thorns clinging to my gut with regret and anticipation. There is one thing I know about Luna. She likes to get in the last word.
Present
“What’swiththesmile?”
Immediately, I frown, hating that a memory like that would bring me joy.
“Want me to kill her?” I try to camouflage my emotions that circle around the one woman I have refused to be close to again.
“Not yet. Don’t be hasty. We need the Rossis believing they have all their former enemies as allies. I want you to…” His words linger in the air. His finger lets go of the knife, and it comes to a thud on the table as his finger dances in the air while he thinks of the right words. “Get close to her. Marry her if you have to,” he finishes.
“I haven’t talked to her in six years. How the hell do you suppose I do that?”
My uncle walks toward me, his hand cupping my cheek when he approaches. “You’re creative. You’ll think of something.” He gives me a light pat before dismissing me. “There are rumors the Rossis are being outsmarted by the other mafia family. Look into that if you need to,” my uncle says while his back is turned, and he places the diamonds in his safe.
It has taken a copious amount of self-control to leave Luna Rossi alone. She was my best friend. More than that—I knew I loved her at a young age. Falling in love in my world is a neon sign for people to take advantage of you. At the time, I was also worried about her age. She was a year younger than me. Her father made me promise to protect her. I took that promise very seriously.
I failed him.
I failed her.
I failed my whole fucking family.
The image of her dances in front of me. Luna has grown into a fucking gorgeous woman.
Chapter 3
Fin
IwatchLunawalkher father to his car. He gives her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. According to my guy on the inside, I know she’s still extremely close to her family. Like a good Italian girl. My heart rate increases by our proximity. I take a deep breath.
My cock strains at the idea of giving her praise. I wonder if she has it in her to submit to me. The outside world knows her as the girl who likes to be one of the boys. I wonder just how much she would like playing with me.
Each nerve in my body vibrates with wanting to have her. Not getting my way is never an option. In one hour, I have a meeting with them to ask for the arrangement of our marriage.
I respect the hell out of the Rossis, but I don’t think this whole marriage idea will be as simple as just asking for it. I can’t say they like me too much. There was a time in my life I wished I was a part of that family. It looked a hell of a lot better than what I was growing up with.
I remember the first time her brother showed me kindness. It was all because I could never tell Luna no to anything.
Six years ago
LunaandItripover each other’s feet as I guide us to her house. My face feels like it’s on fire, but it’s too dark for her to notice. This is what I get when she dares me to drink vodka. I had already suspected I was allergic to it, but now I know for certain.
We walk beside the house, and a motion sensor light flips on. My feet stop, and I look around the yard. If her brother or dad find us, I will be murdered. I knew better than to allow Luna to drink, but I have a problem saying no to her. That’s how I found myself willingly poisoning myself with that awful alcohol.
I try to breathe again, when nothing moves. It’s harder than normal, especially when Luna can’t stay on her own two feet. She twists in my arms, but her feet stay moving. I’m the only thing keeping her from crawling to her room.
“Fin’s scared of my brother,” she sings, mocking me.
“Not a chance.” It comes out as a wheeze.
“Why do you sound funny?”
I grunt, as I keep us moving. Her attention moves quickly onto something else as their pool comes into view.
