Semua Bab Substitute Bride To The Mafia Boss : Bab 61 - Bab 67

GIOVANNI'S POVI was beyond exhausted by the time I got home, every muscle in my body screamed for rest. I was done with supervision half into the day, and was excited at the prospect of wrapping things up early but the restaurant downtown had been chaotic. They hadn't been getting fresh supplies in over two weeks, the reservation list had turned into a mess since the assistant manager quit, and most of the employees were still owed months of their salaries.Long story short, I had to fire the head and hire someone else on site. Someone I knew would be way more competent. But I couldn't leave until things were settled so we remained there. It was already past seven before I pulled into the estate and all I wanted to do was sleep. I loosened my tie as I walked through the front door, slinging my jacket over my shoulders with a heavy exhale. "Mr. Orlando, welcome," Darcy greeted with her usual warm smile. "You came just in time for dinner." I offered her a tired smirk. "Not tonigh

Enzo Pavarotti. I was sitting at the edge of the bed, my fingers dancing nervously across the screen of my phone. The name glowed on the search bar like a warning siren. It wasn't hard to find him. Not with the dozens of articles, interviews, and polished pictures of him in suits and fancy yachts. They had a branch not too far off from here, and something told me that he would be there. My heart raced. I could find him, go now without anyone noticing and clear all of this once and for all.The way Giovanni opened up to me last night left a raw wound in my chest, the fear that I wouldn't be able to reciprocate the same. In his eyes, I was Dahlia Monroe and that was all I could be. My memories didn't matter. My fears didn't matter. All I had to do was fit into the picture of the bride he chose. That was the agreement when I signed up to do this. But why did my heart hurt so much thinking about it. I stood up immediately, gripping my phone tightly. All of that did not matter righ

GIOVANNI'S POVThe room was heavy with smoke, the scent of tobacco mingling with expensive cologne and the faint trace of whiskey. I leaned back in the leather chair at the head of the table, a half burned cigarette pinched between my fingers as I listened to my men speak. "And the division in Upper East," one of them said, exhaling a stream of smoke," they've been cracking down on the trucks. Last week, they raided two of our deliveries." My eyes flickered toward him lazily. "Why?""New chief," another guy replied, stubbing out his cigarette. "Young blood. Real moral type. Word is, he turned down a hundred grand." That made the others chuckle, the sound was low and bitter. "Must be nice," someone muttered, lighting another cigar. "Still got that righteous fire. Bet it won't last the year."I leaned forward slowly, my cigarette burning to the end. "Everyone," I said coolly, "has a price." The room quieted, all eyes on me now. "Some want money," I continued, my eyes gleaming unde

I jolted upright, my breath catching in my throat as the remnants of the nightmare clung to me like a second skin. My heart thundered against my ribcage, sweat slicking my brow. I'd dreamt that Giovanni had found out the truth about my identity and he kicked me out. Luciano wasn't satisfied with the punishment so he took a revolver and shot me square in the head. It was grueling and too realistic. I could still feel the pain throbbing right in my forehead. I turned quickly to the side, searching for comfort but the space was empty. "Giovanni?" I called out softly, my voice was scratchy with sleep and panic. There was no answer. My eyes flew open, wincing at the soft rays of sunlight gleaming through the window. I looked at the time at wall clock and sighed,7:15I'd slept for quite a while. I wondered why Giovanni didn't wake me up, but then again neither of slept early last night. I could still feel the evidence of last night's activity pulsing between my legs and I couldn't d