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“Oh, okay. I guess this will have to do,” I say, pouting. “It’s not any different from how Maceo proposed.”
Lorenzo’s nostrils flare. “What do you mean?”
“Maceo put a ring on me, and that was it. No getting down on one knee or professing his love.” I lie with a shrug, faking a sad face. “This isn’t any different. I assumed you’d be more…romantic.”
With a snarl, Lorenzo presses his lips to mine in a domineering claim. “I’ll give you romance in spades.” He nods at Paolo. “Lay your coat down.”
“But Boss, this is the only suit I have on me,” Paolo protests.
“And my suit is three-Gs more. I’m not going to get mine dirty by kneeling on this shit floor. If my queen wants a proper proposal, she’ll have it. Now lay the damn coat down,” Lorenzo snaps.
Fearing his wrath, Paolo hops to it and drapes his suit jacket at our feet. Lorenzo lowers to his left knee and takes my hand. “Love of my life, you’re my everything. You bring meaning to my existence. I want to conquer the world with you at my side. Make me the happiest man by becoming my partner in crime?”
Gross.But at least he’s in the position I want him in. I need to make this as real as possible. I give him a sad smile. “This isn’t how I would have liked to start our relationship.”
Lorenzo’s eyes flint between mine, his hand constricts slightly around my hand.
I look at my mom and sister before looking back at him. “I promise to make us work if you promise not to hurt them.”
Lorenzo’s eyes shine with triumph. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes. I’ll marry you.” Shelving my disgust, I bend and plant a heavy kiss on his lips, leaning my weight into it. With his hands gripping my waist and his attention focused on my mouth working against his, he doesn’t feel my hand slip into his suit.
Three, two, one…
My hand whips out of Lorenzo’s suit with his pistol. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Luca and Paolo go for their guns. Reacting on instinct, I aim the gun at the closest threat, shooting Paolo in the shoulder. Paolo drops his guns and screams. Luca, the weasel that he is, runs and dives behind a tower of pallets.
“Pina, no!” Lorenzo grabs for the gun. I dodge and grab both sides of his head, ramming my knee up and connecting with his face. Lorenzo falls back with blood gushing from his nose. “Fuck!” he roars.
My face swivels to my mom and sister, frozen from the unexpected attack. “RUN!”
