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More silence.
Oh, shit.
Just when I start feeling sick at the possibility that I might've made things worse, Sarica suddenly flashes a smile, saying brightly, "I like that." And her alluring cat-like eyes then turn to Cesare's oldest brother as she asks, "How about it,signore? As your owner, I'd like you to dye your hair the same color as mine—-"
"Over my fucking dead body...signorina."
The contrast between his words and courteous tone is exactly what we all need to hear, and I can only mentally sigh in relief as the tension in the room instantly evaporates, and I even seeLa Stregashaking her head at Sarica with exasperated affection.
Private catering takes care of dinner later on, and all of my troubles temporarily fade as the warmth of Cesare's family wraps around me like a cozy embrace.
Massimo promises to take me out to meet some girl named Ynez just asLa Stregaimperiously asks me to start calling her'nonna'while Sarica argues with Giancarlo about the number of bodyguards he intends to assign for both his fiancée and me.
And when I glance at Cesare and catch him looking at me like he wants to chain me to him for all eternity—-
Shit, oh shit.
I'm not sure if this has to do with how I almost died...or how I've taken another person's life, but my feelings for a certainmafiaboss are suddenly painfully clear.
Chapter Eleven
Cesare
WHILE MOST OF HIS FAMILYleft right after dinner, he was not surprised when Massimo opted to stay behind...and his brother wasted no time in confronting him as soon as they were alone in his office.
"Explain to me what you're doing,fratello."
"Is it not obvious enough?"
"All that's obvious to me is how you've convinced an eighteen-year-old girl to truly believe it's actually a good thing for married couples to see themselves as each other's owners."
"We'refamiglia," Cesare said flatly. "The fewer people we trust, the better—-"
"And so you are choosingnotto trust your ownfidanzata?"
"She is not our blood—-"
