Mag-log inFor a moment, Jesse could not believe what he was seeing. His eyes dropped to the gun in Donato's hand, then slowly lifted back to his face.Donato was actually pointing a gun at him.Over a plate of risotto.“Eat or I shoot.” Jesse's gaze remained on him in disbelief, still trying to process the absurdity of the situation.Almost as if he couldn't help himself, he glanced at the plate before looking back at Donato.“Are you serious?”Donato offered no response. He simply held his gaze, the gun still pointed at him. Jesse let out a disbelieving laugh. “You pulled a gun on me because I don't want to eat?”“You think I care?” Donato asked, leaning in slightly. “I'm only doing this so I won't have a dead man in my house. A man considered to be my husband.”Jesse gave him a tired look. “Ah. I see. You're just worried about your reputation. So nobody gets to say the Don killed his husband by starving him.”“Good. You know.” Donato pointed down at the risotto again. “Eat. I will not ask yo
“I’m Jesse’s husband.”The silence that filled the room felt like a heavy fog.Margherita stared at Donato, her body went rigid. Slowly, as if it pained her to move, she turned her eyes to Jesse.“Your husband?”Jesse swallowed hard. The atmosphere in the room felt thick, making it hard for him to breathe.“mama, I…” The words refused to come. They trapped themselves in his throat. He glanced at Donato, looking for any kind of lifeline, then back at his mother's pale face.“I can explain.”Margherita's eyes remained on him, unmoving.“When did this happen?”Jesse opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Donato noticed the slight tremble in Jesse's hands. Without saying anything, he reached over, his large hand slipped over Jesse's shaking fingers.Jesse looked down at their hands. The simple touch steadied him a little, sending a small wave of calm through his racing chest.Margherita's eyes followed the movement, tracking the physical connection between the two men. She said nothing
Donato remained where he was long after Jesse disappeared into his room. His mind refused to move past what had just happened.Jesse had been hard. For him. The image kept replaying in his head, no matter how many times he tried to push it away.Jesse wanted him.Donato ran a hand over his face and let out a frustrated breath. All this time, he had thought he was the only one struggling with the attraction he refused to understand. He had blamed the contract, the forced proximity, the kiss, and every other circumstance that had brought them closer.But Jesse had felt it too, and he had seen it. Donato picked up the glass of bourbon he had abandoned earlier and took a drink, but even the liquor couldn't quiet his thoughts.Why Jesse?... And why did knowing that Jesse wanted him affect him this much?He had no answer.For the first time, Donato wasn't only fighting his own attraction, he was now dealing with the knowledge that Jesse might actually want him just as badly.He stared at t
Jesse pulled out his phone the moment he left Donato's mansion and called Claire.His fingers shook as he held the phone to his ear. After three failed attempts, Claire finally picked up.“Claire, please. I need to see you.”He was met with a silence that told him just how much he must have hurt her.“Just please. Give me a chance to explain. Please.”Another long silence followed.“Fine,” Claire finally said quietly, her voice breaking as though she had been crying. “Come to the hotel.”She gave him the address before ending the call.Thirty minutes later, Jesse stood outside her hotel room on the outskirts of Milan.He took a deep breath, his hands hovering over the door before he knocked. Twice.The door opened to Claire. She stood there in a loose shirt and shorts, her eyes swollen from crying.“Claire…”She stepped aside without saying a word.Jesse followed her in, then turned to face her.“I’m sorry. I am so sorry.” Jesse bowed his head, briefly fidgeting with his fingers befor
Jesse returned to the mansion from the hospital just as another woman was being escorted out through the front entrance.He stopped for a moment and rolled his eyes. Seriously? Another woman?He was starting to wonder if Donato ever got tired of this.Jesse stepped into the living room, and found Donato seated on the sofa in his night robe. His gaze was fixed on an old painting hanging on the opposite wall. A glass of drink in his hand.Jesse had no intention of saying anything, he simply wanted to walk past him and go straight to his room. But as he passed, he felt a small prick of guilt in his chest. Ignoring Donato completely felt wrong, even if he was still annoyed with him.He slowed down, sighed quietly, then turned his head.“Hi.”Donato’s gaze shifted from the painting to him. “Who were you with at the hospital?”Jesse stopped in his tracks. He had barely decided to greet the man, and now he was being questioned.He turned to Donato, surprise written across his face.“What?”
The smell of antiseptic and floor wax grew stronger as Jesse pushed open the heavy door to his mother’s hospital ward. He had on a crisp linen shirt and dark jeans, looking more put together than he had in weeks.Margherita lay against a stack of pillows, looking tired and pale. Still, the brightness in her eyes remained. When the door clicked, she looked up, and her face warmed at the sight of her son.Then she noticed the woman walking in behind him, holding a small bouquet of fresh white lilies.Margherita raised her arms, gesturing for Jesse to lean down for a hug. “You look handsome, mio caro,” she murmured, kissing his cheek before looking past his shoulder. “And who is your lovely friend?”“Ma, this is—” Jesse started, but before he could finish, Margherita’s eyes widened.“Claire?” the older woman called, her voice rising in surprise.Claire laughed brightly and nodded as she stepped closer to the bedside. “Yes, Signora. It’s me.”Margherita didn’t hesitate. She opened her arm







