Page 26 of Mistletoe Mobster


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“Diego, then.”

Santo sighs. Propping his elbows on his knees, he knits his fingers together, and when he stares straight ahead with his face in profile, he looks like one of the carved stone statues in the hallway alcoves. “I know that Raul bores you, Allegra—”

That has never been the problem.

“—But he is reliable. If something happens, he can give you medical treatment, and I trust that he won’t hit on you.”

No, he won’t. I hide my flinch at those words.

Because if Raul Ossani would hit on me, if he would allow himself even a moment of weakness, this wouldn’t be a conversation. I’d leap at the chance to go away with him alone.

But the doctor made it clear a long time ago: he will never touch me that way. Never. And I can’t stomach weeks of being close to him, pining after a man I can’t have, my body literally aching with how badly I crave him.

Seriously. Who wants that?

“I’ll go alone.”

“Allegra.” Santo exhales and pushes to his feet. “Pack your things. You and Raul will leave in thirty minutes.”

“But—”

“Do it.” When Santo frowns down at me, my big brother is gone and the mob boss is back. Laying down the law. “This conversation is over. I need you gone while I deal with this threat, and I need to be sure you are safe. Your presence is distracting.”

Ouch.

My eyes blur as I stare at my half-painted toes. The floorboards creak as Santo leaves the room, and I waste precious minutes relearning how to breathe.

Raul. Weeks alone withRaul.

My brother may be a famous criminal, but—surprise, surprise—he is also a huge asshole.

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