บททั้งหมดของ In Bed with the Mafia King: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

“This castle is huge, wouldn’t you agree?” Lily asked when she came over.Elsie had a look on her face that said she wasn’t impressed with being interrogated by Lily. She hated us both. I suspected she liked Nero more than I originally thought. There was no other reason for her to terrorize me.“It’s not a castle, it’s a mansion,” Elsie said.“Trust me, I know what a mansion is. My parents own one, and it’s not nearly as huge as this one is. To me, this is a castle, only modern.”Lily kept quiet, waiting for Elsie to agree with her. The young girl had no choice but to reluctantly say yes. She was angry, but she was keeping her cool better than I thought she would.I thought she would have cracked by then and snapped.“I agree. It’s quite huge. Not many people are used to this kind of wealth.” Elsie said. I was beginning to get irritated by her attitude.“Including you, Elsie. After all, you only work here. You have never experienced this kind of wealth. All you do is observe and gasp

“What else should I trust you with?” I asked him.I was impulsive, and I loved jumping to conclusions. When things didn’t go the way I thought they would, I freaked out and thought the worst. It was a character flaw I was aware that I had.But I couldn’t help myself. When I thought about how I had assumed the worst of Nero, I was immediately embarrassed. I didn’t want to admit to myself that I just kept waiting for the other shoe to drop when it came to him.“I want your heart and your soul…I want everything you have to offer me. I want your trust—trust that I am on your side and that I will never put anything above you. Do you hear me?” He asked me.“How can I trust you with my heart when you won’t give me yours?” I asked him.We were getting serious, and attachment could lead to something dangerous. We had only been together for five months, and every bone in my body craved his touch and lived for his approval.Maybe it was how good the sex was, but I couldn’t get enough of him. Eve

I was aware that Serena’s brother didn’t like me. I didn’t mind that he didn’t like me because my brothers didn’t like Serena either. They told me she was a distraction and that she was making me do things I never would have done.If I had a penny for every single time Nico told me that he was going to come and kill me if I fell in love with the Ricci girl, I would have a million pennies. He was a fuckboy who didn’t know what it meant to have a woman mess with your mind.He would find a woman who made him feel what Serena made me feel, and then he would understand that doing things to protect your woman was normal.I didn’t want him in New York. He would scare Serena and make her feel like shit. He only kept reminding me that I was getting married to the Irish princess. Contracts had been signed and alliances forged.It was normal for arranged marriage to happen in the mafia. We had been raised to do nothing but enrich the mafia and only do things to expand territories and influence.

It was my birthday. When I woke up, there was a note on my bedside table from Nero. He told me happy birthday and left me flowers and a box. It looked small enough to hold jewelry, and I immediately opened it.There were limited-edition pieces there. I didn’t even want to know the price of some. All I knew was that I was going to rock that jewelry when I went out with Lily and some of our mutual friends to celebrate my party.I was about to go down for breakfast when my phone rang. Lily wanted to FaceTime. I picked up immediately, and she sang for me. Despite the lack of talent we both had for singing, it made me happy to hear her tell me that.“Thank you. I don’t know what to say,” I said as I almost cried.We had been friends for years. I didn’t know if I would have survived half the shit I went through mentally if it wasn’t for her. She had always been there for me, and I for her.“I’ll see you later for something some of the girls and I are planning for you. Get ready to have fun.

My party was in all the gossip blogs when I woke up. That was a reason I loathed high society. Gossip was the norm to the point that you couldn’t sneeze without anyone putting it on Instagram, blogging it, or tweeting it.They were calling it the party of the year. Unfortunately, I didn’t feel as proud as everyone did of the party. All I wanted was for Nero to be there, and he wasn’t. That alone had me so distraught that I didn’t even enjoy half of it.But in Nero’s classic fashion, he got me priceless gifts. There was a burgundy couture Oscar de la Renta gown from the fall collection of the year two thousand that I wanted for ages, a few more rare jewelry pieces, and Jimmy Choo heels—my favorite.It had to be illegal to know a girl so well that you got her the dress and shoes of her dreams and then ditch her to go to Chicago on her birthday.He gave me more gifts because he felt guilty for the fact that he wasn’t going to be near New York when I wanted him to be.I refused to speak t