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Nonno ended the meeting in thirty minutes and the two Mafia heads arrived at the table, not to keep others waiting for too long.

Lily's breath hitched when she spotted her devilishly handsome fiance. He wore white this time. A white shirt, black pants, and leather loafers, to be specific.

The fabric clung to his chiseled body like a second skin and traces of black swirls of tattoos were vague through the thin material. She wanted to decode every bit of ink drawn on his tan skin that traveled all over his arms until it reached his wrists.

Very much to her disappointment, he sat on her opposite instead of sitting beside her at the table, but he still held a soft gaze on her. Successfully making her heart flutter and blush crimson.

The Salvadoris took over one side of the table and the Russos seized the other side. They were in the open surrounded by plantations and lush a garden bearing all kinds of sweet-smelling flowers. Yet she could barely breathe with so much animosity hanging in t