Semua Bab The Mafia's Arranged Bride : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Nico“Oh…this is so good,” I turned my eyes from the dancing fire in the fireplace, and Gianna stood by the walk-in door, wearing just a knee-length black satin night robe. Her semi-wet golden hair fell all around her shoulders, and my heart pounded in my chest as she smiled at me. “This is cozy,” Gianna smiled, walking over to me. “I have always had a thing for fireplaces.” I watched as the golden flames warmed her face when she leaned closer and smiled in appreciation. We were both soaked to the bones when we got back, so after a quick warm shower, I decided to get the fire going. And it seems like that was a very, very good. Especially with the room bathed in darkness, lit only by the soft, flickering glow of the flames. “What are you wearing?” I finally managed to speak. Gianna turned to me and gave me a salacious grin, licking h

Gianna“I had a call with Bellavanti’s marketing team this morning,” Teresa said, clicking through her slides. “They’re aligning their campaign timeline with the launch so we can cross-promote in both markets. PR’s drafting your feature pitch for Vogue Italia and possibly Elle US. Maximus is really going all out.”I nodded faintly, my eyes fixed on the screen but seeing none of it.“They’re also pushing for a soft launch event in Florence next month. We’ll need to finalize your collection samples by the twentieth if we want them included in the press kits.”“Right,” I murmured, though I couldn’t have repeated a word of what she’d just said.All I could hear were his words.“This is who I am. And if I don’t fit your standards of perfection then maybe…maybe you need to rethink this marriage and decide what you want once again.”Teresa stopped. I didn’t notice until the silence pressed in.“Gi,” she said, frowning. “What’s going on with you? You haven’t said a word.” I blinked, forcing

Nico“A total of five suspects have been marked out,” Caelian muttered, his face hard as he held out a file for me. “You will find all the names in this file. All five of them have questionable histories and are potential suspects.” I grabbed the file from Caelian and scanned through the pages. “Are you sure?” I demanded. “Because as important as this is, I don’t want any innocents hurt.” “I am, but I will re-check,” Caelian answered. “Be fast…we don’t have time to waste,” I ordered. “And what if I am right and these are the Moles we are looking for?” he muttered. I shut the file and shrugged. “Then we follow the protocol,” I said flatly. “Just like it’s…” I paused because of the shuffling footsteps by

GiannaI cannot explain how good it felt to sort things out with Nico finally. I hated the last three days, but I was glad we managed to sort things out, even if I don’t remember what I said to him in my batshit drunken state.But I made a promise to myself, and that was not to dig into Nico’s past anymore. Whatever it is, just let it be. I love him nevertheless. And if he is willing to take time to talk about our future, then he must feel something too. And with the way he handled things this time, it just made me even more sure that things have changedbetween us. He has changed. If anything, the toe-curling sex we had after breakfast was proof enough.I grinned and then focused back at my iPad, staring at the first batch of designs I prepared for Maximus to take a look at. He has been a tad silent lately, but then we weren’t friendly enough to chitchat beyond work. My thoughts were distracted by the text on my phone’s screen, my brows furrowing together as my eyes scanned it.Nico:

                                                                              GiannaI made a straight beeline for the bar. What the fuck was that? I was sitting right there. Didn’t he see that? And is this what happens every time Nico has an apparent ‘meeting’? “I need something fucking hard,” I hissed at my best friend, who was still at the bar. “You came back fast,” Teresa raised a brow. She was already sipping on what seemed like Long Island iced tea. “Couldn’t watch my husband getting a lap dance from Ms. Big Tits any longer,” I grumbled. “Let’s do shots, shall we? Let’s get fucking drunk.” “Are you sure?” Tess inquired, looking surprised. “You just got drunk yesterday.”