Too Sexy for the Don

"What did you just say?"Enzo Vitale thought he had misheard something. Those gray-blue eyes of his locked onto me, sharp and disbelieving.I saw that reaction coming.Every time he talked about calling off our engagement, I would be the one clinging to him, crying and begging for one more shot. I would swear to fix myself and be whatever version of me he wanted.But not today. I was done. I had no desire left to keep dragging my dignity through the mud for his sake.I met Enzo's gaze and repeated carefully. "I said, I'm good with calling off the engagement."A rare flicker of confusion appeared on his face, though his voice soon hardened with authority. "Rossella, who taught you to talk to me like that? All those etiquette lessons this past year—where'd they go?"Maybe I had finally gotten my head straight, I didn't bite my tongue this time."Doesn't matter what I do. It's never good enough for you, anyway," I argued. "So, go find yourself a woman who is."I paused, then adde

The next day, Enzo showed up in my wing again. Bellamy was right behind him.Meeting my confused gaze, he lifted his chin and announced flatly, "From now on, Bellamy will be your mentore. She'll teach you how to behave like a proper Don's wife."I snorted. "How many times do I have to repeat myself, Enzo? The engagement is over. We're done. Get it?"Before he could react, Bellamy stepped forward with that worried expression."Rossella, you're misunderstanding everything. We're doing this for your own good. Don Vitale is just worried you won't know how to handle yourself after marriage. That's why he asked me to tutor you. How can you speak to him like that?"I stared at her for a second, then laughed coldly. "For my own good? Was that the case when you paid off those previous mentore and made sure they barely taught me anything?"Bellamy's visage dropped. Her lips quivered as she stuttered, "Rossella, what are you talking about?""You know exactly what I'm talking about."I tur

For a moment, I found myself truly wondering what kind of person I was in Enzo's eyes.Around me, he seemed only to have two moods—anger and reproach. As for affection, that was a luxury simply out of reach. I had had enough.I looked at Enzo with distant, indifferent eyes. "Think whatever you want, but whether you come to terms with it or not has nothing to do with me."He exploded immediately, still assuming I was doing this out of spite. "How could you gamble with your own marriage just to get back at me, Rossella? I'm going to your parents and making this clear. This nonsense stops here!"A wave of mental exhaustion hit me all at once. "Enzo, can you show me even a little respect? I'm a person, too. I have my own mind. I'm not your property, and I'm definitely not your puppet."For years, he had been trying to reshape me into someone else, someone I was never going to become. Every time I failed to fit into his mold, he looked at me as if I were a disappointment.If neither o

The next morning, Enzo came to my new place.I was still having breakfast. When the maid came in to report him, I almost threw the fork in my hand. "Tell him I'm not here."She looked hesitant. "But Signora… Don Vitale is already inside…"Before she even finished, Enzo was standing in the dining room doorway. He wore a dark gray suit today. His hair was neatly combed, looking as proper as always.However, the dark circles under his eyes gave him away, as he clearly hadn't slept well."Rossella," he called out, standing there. "We need to talk.""There's nothing to talk about."I set down my fork and wiped my mouth with a napkin. "I've already said everything I needed to say, Enzo."He took a slow breath, as though holding himself back. "I know you hate me—how strict I was with you, how I always compare you to Bellamy. But Rossella, I did all of that for you.""For me?"I couldn't help laughing out loud. "You know what I can't stand most about you? It's that damn 'I'm doing th

The day after Vito left for the West Coast, Enzo came again.This time, he didn't bring flowers or chocolates. He brought a file. Placing it before me, he said, "Take a look, Rossella."When I glanced down, I realized it was a contract. If I signed it, the port business would be handed over to me. I looked up at Enzo. "What's this supposed to mean?""Exactly what you think it means."He sat down across from me. "Look, I know you hate me, but you can't gamble your whole life like this. The Scalera family isn't as simple as you think. And Vito? He's not someone you can control.""I don't need to control anyone," I countered."You're being naive."Enzo's tone sharpened with a hint of desperation. "You really think he's serious with you? Think about it, Rossella. He barely knows you. Why would he marry you?""Because his Madre likes me.""Sure, his Madre likes you. But what about him?" he probed, staring into my eyes. "Are you sure he actually wants to marry you, and not just beca