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After I fucked her in the hall, she kept apologizing about the media. I didn’t care about them. Well, I do, butthatI can deal with. Losing Mia, not so much.
George was stressed as fuck once we got to talk with Mia out of earshot. Putting the heir to the Mancini throne in a neck lock wasn’t a good move, but I told him he’d done the right thing.
She belongs to me.
Cade is not to be trusted. His little stunt adds a level of tension to tonight’s family dinner. My skin crawls at the thought of the Mancini’s being my in-laws.
But needs must and all that shit.
I considered arriving via helicopter, but for security reasons, landing blind in the gangster’s property isn’t smart.
I’m not sure what to expect, and Mia has been less than helpful. She keeps shrugging and saying it will be fine.
Fucking hell.
In the vehicles behind us, I have eight of my men. All former military. It is unlikely I’ll need that many, but it is a clear message to Joe and Cade Mancini—and the entire Italian mafia—that I am a man of power.
And Mia is now under my protection.
She is.
Mia gave me a look when I took her hand, which I ignored. I fucked her so hard last night, I’m surprised she can sit upright. She didn’t argue either. It was like she needed it as much as I did.
“It’s going to be fine,” Mia says suddenly, glancing up at me.
I turn to her. “What?”
“Tonight. It will be fine. You don’t need to worry.”
I hold back a laugh.
With my head slightly tilted, my lips soften for the first time in nearly twenty-four hours. “You think I’m nervous?”
Her fingers tighten around mine, and I glance down. This time, I laugh and release her hand, pulling her into my arms.
“Mia, I am not afraid of your father or your family. I’m fucked off they challenged me.”
Her icy blue eyes narrow.
“Cade didn’t challenge you. He ambushedme,” she snaps, attempting to pull away. “This is not about your ego.”
I lower my head. “No, it’s about taking what’s mine. You belong to me. Whether its fake or not.”
She wriggles like a kitten in my arms, so I release her.
“I don’t belong to you. And I don’t belong to them!” she snaps again, moving a few inches away along the leather seat.
I let her go, focusing on the landscape flashing past us while I contemplate the evening ahead. I have a clear strategy, but it will take my total focus, and I need Mia on board if we are to succeed.
So, I give her space to defuse, and then, as we grow closer, I turn back to her and tug her body up against me. Her questioning gaze meets mine, and she lowers the mobile phone she’s been scrolling on.
“In a few months, you’ll be my wife, Mia. Whether this marriage is legitimate or not, it will be legal. You are under my protection and belong to me. That is what we agreed.”
She fish-mouths for a moment, looking stupidly gorgeous, but before I let her say anything, I have more to add.
“It’s in your best interest to let me dominate and claim you in front of your family. If you want your freedom, then this is what’s required.”
She glances away, but I know she understands this more than most any other woman. Her family is all about power. This is the language they speak.
