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Chapter 29: She Moves In
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365 Days With the Mafia Don: His Five Million Dollar Bride 34: The Ambush
“Keep your head up, Maya, and do not let go of my hand.”Lorenzo didn't glance at me as he spoke, his voice dropping into a low, heavy baritone that vibrated straight through my bones.The iron elevator doors groaned open, revealing a subterranean fortress carved directly out of solid bedrock. Bright, harsh industrial lights flickered over polished concrete floors, casting sharp shadows across a sprawling underground floor filled with tactical screens, rows of heavily armed security, and a massive mahogany conference table at the center. It was a dark, hidden world operating directly beneath the feet of millions of citizens.My chest tightened, the cold air smelling sharply of expensive cigar smoke, aged liquor, and an underlying scent of lethal threat. I squared my shoulders, smoothed down the front of my dress, and matched Lorenzo’s heavy stride as he led me into the main hall.Dozens of cold, calculating eyes snapped toward us the moment our heels clicked against the concrete. Men
365 Days With the Mafia Don: His Five Million Dollar Bride 33: Welcome to the Underworld
“I am not your prisoner, Lorenzo, and I am done sitting in this chair like an ornament.”Lorenzo didn't answer right away. He slowly capped his silver fountain pen, the click sharp against the quiet study. His storm-gray eyes lifted to mine, cold and unyielding, but I didn't back down. I pulled my laptop off the mahogany side table, snapped it shut, and hugged it tight against my chest.“You agreed to give me space to study, Mrs. De Luca,” Lorenzo rasped low, his deep voice dropping into that dangerous, gravelly register. “You did not agree to wander around the compound whenever you feel like it.”“I am going back to my wing,” I said, my voice steady despite the rapid pulse hammering in my throat. “I have a contract law paper due tomorrow, and I refuse to draft it while you sit across from me glaring at every keystroke.”I turned on my heel before he could issue another command and marched straight out of the door. He didn't chase after me, but the sheer weight of his gaze burned into
365 Days With the Mafia Don: His Five Million Dollar Bride 32: Bound To The Study
The morning after our standoff, I woke up feeling a strange, crackling electricity hum through my veins.The memory of Lorenzo’s hand locked on my hip, the dark heat in his storm-gray eyes, and the sheer desperation behind his possessive growl lingered like a mark on my skin. I had pushed the unyielding Don De Luca until he cracked, and the thrill of it was still making my heart beat too fast.Chloe was downstairs in the kitchen attempting to teach a horrified Marco how to make cinnamon rolls from scratch when a quiet, polite knock sounded at my door.I opened it to find a young housemaid holding a leather desk blotter, a laptop charger, and a brass desk lamp. Behind her stood two guards holding a small, carved mahogany side table.I blinked, taking a step back. “What is all this?"“Don Lorenzo's instructions, Mrs. De Luca,” the maid said timidly, keeping her eyes cast down. “He has ordered your study materials moved downstairs.”“Downstairs?” My brows knit together in confusion. “To
365 Days With the Mafia Don: His Five Million Dollar Bride 31: Are You Jealous?
By the fourth day of Chloe’s residency, the tension in the estate had reached a breaking point.Chloe had discovered the indoor heated pool behind the West Wing, and she spent two hours trying to convince Marco to do a cannonball with her—an interaction I watched from the balcony while trying to muffle my laughter with both hands. Marco had looked like he was facing down an armed militia, standing at absolute attention while politely declining.Lorenzo, on the other hand, had officially run out of patience.It happened around midnight. Chloe had finally crashed, fast asleep in the guest room after a three-hour marathon of reality television and leftover takeout. I sat at my desk in my oversized hoodie, typing a draft of my civil law brief, the screen glowing softly in the dark room.A sharp, authoritative knock rapped against my door.Not Marco's polite tap, not a maid's timid rap. A heavy, commanding knock that could only belong to one man.I didn't answer. I just kept typing, preten
365 Days With the Mafia Don: His Five Million Dollar Bride 30: THE DON HATES BEING IGNORED
In less than forty-eight hours, Chloe had managed to completely desecrate the solemn, high-security atmosphere of the De Luca estate.My quiet, cavernous East Wing sitting room—which used to feel like a high-end solitary confinement cell was now littered with bright throw blankets, open law textbooks, half-empty mugs of tea, and Chloe’s neon-colored lounge wear scattered across the chairs."If you don't take the defendant's motion to dismiss, you're literally giving away the case," Chloe declared, lounging upside down on my plush sofa with her bare feet propped over the back, a slice of cold pizza balanced in her hand.I sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by legal briefs, laughing so hard my stomach hurt. “Chloe, it's civil procedure, not a street fight. You have to follow statutory deadlines.”“Rules are meant to be bent, Mrs. De Luca,” she smirked, tossing a crust onto a paper plate.For two straight days, I barely thought about Lorenzo. I didn't wander toward the West Wing,
365 Days With the Mafia Don: His Five Million Dollar Bride Chapter 29: She Moves In
The sound of air brakes hissed through the quiet mountain air, echoing off the stone walls of the estate.I stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass of the East Wing sitting room, a cup of tea balanced in my hands, staring down at the gravel driveway in total disbelief.A brightly painted, slightly dented yellow moving van was currently idling right in front of the main foyer entrance. Two armed security guards stood near the iron gates, looking utterly bewildered as the van's rear doors swung open.Chloe hopped out of the passenger side wearing paint-splattered overalls, a graphic tee, and bright red high-top sneakers.“Marco! Grab the heavy box, will you? It’s labeled 'spite supplies'—don't drop it, it's fragile!” Chloe shouted upward toward the grand entrance, waving casually at the chief of security as if he were a bellhop at a resort.Marco stood on the top step of the porch, looking frozen in place. His jaw flexed, his hand hovering instinctively near his suit coat as he stared dow
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