Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Bride: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Chapter Forty-One"WOW, it's huge! How did you catch that?" Carly gasped when she saw the lobster Giovanni had caught. It was nearly the size of his forearm, its shell glistening wet and dark, claws snapping in protest."Lobster trap," he said with a grin. "Dropped it when we anchored earlier. Lucky catch—we'll have sweet chili lobster for dinner.""That's incredible." Without thinking, she reached out and touched his cheek, her fingers feather-light against his skin—the same tender gesture a mother might make when delighted by her child's accomplishment.Giovanni went very still, his eyes locked on hers. She started to pull her hand away, but he caught it, pressing it firmly to his lips. His mouth lingered at her palm, heat searing into her skin. The unexpected intimacy jolted through her like an electric current, scattering her thoughts."I'm hungry," he murmured against her skin, his voice roughened.The inten

Chapter Forty-ThreeGIOVANNI busied himself in the kitchen, moving with a quiet efficiency that spoke of years of habit. Seeing how worn out and frail Carly still was, he left her be.He prepared their dinner himself. Pan-seared fish, garlic-sautéed vegetables, and a simple soup to soothe her stomach. While he set the table, memories surfaced of his father's firm hands guiding him how to fillet fish when he was barely tall enough to reach the counter. His father had been an exceptional cook despite his ruthless reputation as a Mafia don, always insisting that a man who couldn't feed himself was useless.It was ironic, Giovanni thought, that the same man who had built his empire on blood and casinos had also owned a string of thriving restaurants throughout Italy. They were perfect fronts for laundering money, certainly, but they were also where Giovanni had learned about flavors, patience, and discipline. Back then, he'd believed they had

Chapter Forty-Five"DO you want a taste?" Carly sounded wicked, naughty, and sexy. Seeing the desire burning in Giovanni's eyes, Carly felt her own ignite in response. His gaze smoldered with raw hunger, and she finally understood what it meant to be truly desired by someone she loves. The realization should have given her pause, but she found herself powerless against her own yearning. But, wait—love? When had that happened?She had no time to dwell on the thought. With a swift motion, Giovanni hooked his foot around the stool tucked beneath the sink and dragged it closer. She hadn't even noticed it before, but it came in handy. He sat down, biting his bottom lip as he gazed at her exposed womanhood as though he was ravenous to taste it. His arms hooked beneath her thighs, pulling her against him with a possessive hunger, as though she were the rarest delicacy, one he would never share with anyone."Feet on my shoul

Chapter Forty-SevenVARIK slipped his tongue firmly between her hot, wet sheath and licked her several times. She remembered telling him during their conversation that he was amazing at giving head. He laughed and told her about his secret. He told her that he 'wrote' how much he loves her on her pussy with the tip of his tongue..."Great guy." Carly sucked in a sharp breath and snapped her MacBook shut when she realized Giovanni was standing behind her! She thought he was outside because she hadn't seen him when she woke up. She'd been alone, her mind still buzzing from the steamy moments they'd shared last night, the very stuff she wanted to turn into a bed scene for her book."What are you doing here? I thought—argh!" Her face went bright red. She hated the idea of anyone reading her intimate scenes. Except, of course, her editor. But it was a whole different matter when it was someone she knew p

Chapter Forty-NineGIOVANNI heard the faint sound of an aircraft cutting through the night. He slipped carefully from the bed, making sure not to wake Carly. After adjusting her blanket, he dressed silently in the darkness. It seemed they had unexpected visitors.He reached under the bedside table for his gun, checking that it was fully loaded before tucking it into the waistband at his back. Moving carefully, he left the room and paused to listen. He couldn't tell if whoever had arrived was friend or foe. Still, only one person knew his location. Jaime. And he trusted that Jaime wouldn't sell him out without good reason.His eyes swept sharply through the darkness. The house was pitch-black, with only the dim glow of the lampshade in their room providing light. He moved toward the window and peered outside. No movement. Despite his height and build, he moved like a cat. Silently, he slipped out of the house.He was about to search the en