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La Mirage is an exclusive event held annually for New York’s socialites. As a member of one of the big mafia families, I receive an invitation every year. I don’t usually go, though. Mostly because there’s always a fight being broken up at the event before the end of the night.
Men’s egos can be annoyingly delicate. And putting most of the rich, powerful, and influential people of New York in one room is bound to end up in some form of disaster or the other.
“We’re going together,” Enzo informs me. “Our chance to announce our engagement.”
I’m not in the mood for an argument, so all I do is offer him a short nod. “Fine. Is that all?”
“Yeah.”
“Good night, Enzo.” I turn to go back to my room, then pause, realizing something. Very carefully, I turn around. “Quick question, though, do you plan to remain celibate for the rest of your life?”
His lips curl into a smile. “And why the fuck would I be celibate?”
“We just agreed on intimacy only when necessary and in public. I’m just concerned that all that solo action might lead to some issues.”
“Don’t worry, principessa,” he says with a smirk. “I’m sure we can figure out a way to make that arrangement work.”
I’m taken aback by his response. “Meaning?”
He approaches me, and my breath catches as he gently shifts some hair from my forehead.
“Good night, Rosa.”
He walks away, leaving me with more questions than answers. I curl my lips in distaste. Of all people, my brother had to arrange my marriage to the most annoyingly vague and obscure man ever.
CHAPTER 11
Enzo
Ihaven’t had a lot of experience dealing with people. I grew up isolated. Isabella was the only real company I had until I turned eighteen, and since then, I haven’t really had anyone. I guess I’ve had Jason, but our relationship never actually progressed into the realm of talking through our feelings. Especially now that I’m his boss.
I can assemble a Rubix’s Cube in less than twenty minutes. I’m an expert at about three or four forms of martial arts. I’d say I pick shit up pretty easily and dominate everything that I do. But when it comes to human feelings, I’m woefully inept. Which is why the state in which Rosa and I have found ourselves in presently is extremely annoying.
One step forward, two steps back. And I have no fucking clue how to bridge that gap.
“Uncle Enzo,” Maria says, barging into my thoughts.
“Hm?” I reply, my eyes meeting hers through the rearview mirror.
I’m driving them to school since their normal driver is unavailable. Isabella is seated beside me, because she doesn’t trust me to deliver our little cousins safely. I’m honestly over her attitude. And it hits me that if I can’t manage to repair myrelationship with my family, it’s highly likely I won’t be able to with Rosa either.
“Is Rosa your girlfriend?” Maria questions with a small smile.
Surprisingly, her brother speaks up as well. “When she came, you said she would be your wife. But our teacher says you can’t have a wife unless you’ve had a wedding. So are you and Rosa married?”
“We’re not married yet, guys. But we will be. We’re engaged, so right now she’s my fiancée.”
They fall silent, their expressions contemplative.
“So when will you get married?” Maria asks.
I pause to think about it. That’s a conversation we haven’t had. We probably should, as soon as we navigate through the stormy water we’re currently in.
“Before the end of the year,” I inform the twins. “Probably in the winter.”
Isabella’s gaze cuts to mine. “Who has a winter wedding?”
“Why? Worried it’ll be too cold for you?”
