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58. River's Plan
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 312. Where Was He?
Max’s car was barely out of sight when Matteo appeared at the end of the drive.Suzi watched from the front window, one hand still curled around the sunflower stem he’d tucked behind her ear before leaving. She didn’t know what he was saying in Italian, but the way Max’s voice had dropped when he was talking made her stomach knot.Matteo stood guard at the gate. He didn’t wave. Just folded his arms across his chest and stared straight ahead.Suzi backed away from the window.The house was still beautiful. Still warm and perfect. But now it felt… quiet. Like the moment in a fairytale right before the forest starts whispering wrong.She wandered into the kitchen, filled a glass of water, and tried not to think about how easily Max had changed. How fast his smile had vanished.~-~Max drove fast, one hand on the wheel, the other already texting orders.He didn’t need the full story. Just the name Ricci and a location. That was enough.They weren’t supposed to hit domestic properties. Tha
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 311. Homecoming
Max had never cared much for houses.He’d lived in plenty. Slept under gold chandeliers, stepped across marble floors, owned elevators with voice-activated controls. All of it cold. Polished. Expensive in that hollow way that screamed power, not peace.But this one?This one had window seats.The kind she’d asked for with stars in her voice and hesitation in her eyes, like she didn’t quite believe she was allowed to want things.Max parked the car at the end of the long, tree-lined drive and looked over at her.She was staring up at the house, their house, with both hands curled around the straps of her purse. Her lips were slightly parted. No words came out.He didn’t rush her or tease her. Just turned the engine off, unbuckled his seatbelt, and leaned one arm against the wheel.“Still breathing over there?” he asked gently.Suzi blinked hard. “It’s big.”He nodded. “Mm. House-sized.”She turned toward him slowly. “Max…it’s beautiful.”He shrugged one shoulder. “You said window seat.
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 310. Uninvited
They returned to the ballroom like nothing had happened though Suzi’s heart still hammered, and Max looked like he was ready to murder someone with a dessert fork.She clutched his arm, fingers curled against the fine fabric of his sleeve. But her spine? It was straighter now. Her chin lifted just a little. She could almost pretend she was a woman who belonged.Almost.The music had shifted again, something bright and glittering with strings, but Suzi wasn’t listening. Her eyes found her almost immediately.Veronica.Still standing near the edge of the crowd, glass in hand. And oh—was that a twitch at the corner of her mouth?Yes. Yes, it was.Veronica’s expression cracked, just slightly, when she saw Max with his arm curled protectively around Suzi. Suzi didn’t miss the way the other woman’s eyes narrowed. Or how her fingers tightened on the stem of her glass like she was deciding whether to drink it or launch it.Max leaned down, his breath warm against Suzi’s ear. “Don’t look now,”
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 309. An Ex
“Dance with me,” he said.Suzi nearly choked on her water. “What?”He extended a hand, palm up. “Dance with me.”Suzi’s eyes widened. “But everyone’s watching.”Max smiled. “Exactly.”She hesitated. Her eyes darted toward the couples already gliding across the polished floor, toward the perfect women in perfect dresses who looked like they belonged in paintings, not real life.Then she looked back at Max. Waiting for her, patient as always.“Just one dance,” he coaxed. “We did it at our wedding, remember? You can do it again.”She stared at his hand.And then, heart pounding, knees not entirely on board, she placed hers in his.He led her to the floor with quiet confidence, weaving her through the crowd like he’d done it a thousand times before. The music shifted into a slow waltz, something lush and cinematic, and he folded her into his arms like they’d been choreographed since the beginning of time.Suzi barely breathed.Max leaned down, his cheek brushing hers. “Focus on me. You ar
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 308. The Gala
One week later…Their bedroom looked like a war zone. Silk, tulle, stilettos, and satin were thrown everywhere like the aftermath of a fashion hurricane.Suzi stood in the middle of it all, half-dressed and halfway to tears.The gown was gorgeous—midnight blue, soft as smoke, with a daring slit and an open back that dipped low enough to be scandalous. It made her feel like someone else. Someone braver. Someone who belonged in rooms with chandeliers and champagne.But when she looked in the mirror, all she saw was her skin.The birthmark she’d spent her whole life hiding shimmered under the soft light, blooming up her side like an ink stain she couldn’t scrub out of existence.“I can’t wear this,” she whispered, voice catching. Her throat felt too tight to swallow.“Yes, you can,” Daphne said from the doorway. She leaned against the frame with a knowing smile, then stepped in, heels crunching faintly on scattered hangers. “And you will.”Suzi’s eyes stung. “I look—”“Like fire,” came a
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 307. Teach Me
She wanted to giggle, but the tension in her chest was too sharp. Max watched her with that direct, unfiltered hunger, but he didn’t rush her. His patience scared her as much as his strength. It made it all real.She flattened her hand against his chest again, splaying her fingers through the dark hair.He was so warm, the heat tangible under her palm. She let her hand roam, collecting the texture, moving slowly, reverently, feeling for scars and stories. There were more than she could count, most faded and pale, a few newer.Max swallowed, his throat moving slow. He didn’t say anything, so she kept going. Her hand slid lower, down the center of his chest, over his stomach, the hair there thinner, softer. His abs weren’t the sharp bricks she’d seen in underwear ads, but a dense, powerful quilt of muscle, like corded cable under skin. She could feel the tension gathering in her own stomach as she touched his.He was breathing heavier, but he didn’t move.Her fingers hovered at the wais
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