บททั้งหมดของ SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: บทที่ 331 - บทที่ 340

Andrea's POVHe raised an eyebrow. "Out where?""Clubbing. Dancing. Somewhere with loud music and drinks and people. I want to dress up and go out with you."A slow smile spread across his face. "You want to go dancing?""Yes! We've been cooped up inside for two days. I want to get dressed up, go somewhere fun, dance with you. Please?""How am I supposed to say no when you're looking at me like that?" He cupped my face. "Okay, baby. We'll go out. But we should probably get you something to wear. Unless you packed a clubbing outfit I don't know about?"I thought about the clothes I'd brought—comfortable everyday wear, nothing appropriate for a nightclub. "No, I definitely didn't pack anything for clubbing. I wasn't exactly planning on going out when I packed for a few days at your place.""Then we'll go shopping." He checked his watch. "If we leave now, we can hit the mall, get you an outfit, and still have time to get ready before the good clubs open.""Really? You'll take me shopping

Andrea's POV"Good fuck or bad fuck?""Very good fuck." His hands clenched at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from reaching for me. "Purple is definitely your color."I smiled and reached for the black set next. This one was more daring—the bra had strategic cutouts that showed glimpses of skin, and the panties were high-cut and left my ass mostly bare."Jesus Christ, Andrea," Dante said when I turned around. His voice was strained. "You're killing me here.""Good," I said with a wicked smile. "That's the point."I tried on the champagne silk set next—elegant and sophisticated, making me feel like old Hollywood glamour. Then finally the crimson set with the strappy bralette.This one was my favorite. The bralette had thin straps that crisscrossed over my breasts in an intricate pattern, and the high-waisted panties were covered in delicate lace. It was sexy and artistic and made me feel powerful."That one," Dante said immediately, his voice rough. "Definitely tha

Andrea's POV"Mr. Torricceli, welcome back," she said with a professional smile. "Your usual?""Please. And whatever the lady wants."I ordered a vodka cranberry, and the waitress disappeared to get our drinks."You're a regular here?" I asked."I come occasionally. Luca owns a percentage of the club—silent partner situation. It's a good place to meet with certain business associates in a public setting without drawing too much attention."Our drinks arrived quickly, and we settled in to watch the crowd below. The music was good—a mix of current hits and throwback classics that had people moving. The energy was infectious, making me want to get up and dance.But Dante's hand on my thigh kept me anchored to the couch. His thumb drew lazy circles on my bare skin, the touch innocent to anyone watching but sending sparks of awareness through me.We sat like that for a while, sipping our drinks and watching the dancers below. Dante pointed out various people—celebrities trying to remain in

Andrea's POVI met his eyes, and the wildness from earlier was completely gone. The cold, brutal enforcer who'd beaten a man bloody on the dance floor had disappeared. Now he just looked concerned and protective, his dark eyes filled with worry for me rather than rage at the man who'd touched me."I'm okay," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I promise. These will heal in a few days. I've dealt with worse injuries and kept working. But you—" His thumb stroked my cheek, leaving a small smear of blood that I didn't care about. "Are you really okay? He scared you. He hurt you. And then you had to watch me nearly beat him to death."He paused, and for the first time, I saw uncertainty flash across his face. "I know that wasn't easy to see. I know I was... brutal. Violent. I know seeing that side of me might have changed how you—""Stop," I interrupted, covering his hand on my face with my own. "Just stop. I'm okay. Shaken up, but okay. And I'm glad you were there. If

Andrea's POVI stood up and he pulled me into his lap, careful not to jostle his injured hands too much. I straddled him on the edge of the bathtub, my arms wrapping around his neck, his forehead resting against mine."I love that you're not afraid of me," he said quietly. "That you saw what I'm capable of tonight and you're still here. Still touching me. Still caring about whether my hands heal properly.""I'm not afraid of you," I confirmed. "I don't think I ever could be. Not when I know that violence isn't who you are at your core. It's just what you do when you need to protect the people you care about.""You make me sound noble. Like I'm some kind of hero.""Aren't you? You saved me tonight. Saved that other girl too. If that's not heroic, I don't know what is."He shook his head with a small smile. "You see the best in me, even when there's nothing good to see.""That's not true. There's so much good in you, Dante. You just don't let most people see it." I pressed a kiss to his