The Mafia's Boss Surrogate Bride
I quickened my steps, hoping to slip past him before anything went wrong.
“I’m Luca,” he said, stepping into my path, hand outstretched.
“Serena.” I slid my palm into his, carefully but polite.
Like a gentleman, he bowed and pressed a faint kiss against the back of my hand.
“Who knew Adrian had great taste?” He laughed, though his eyes never softened.
I forced an awkward smile, tugging lightly to free my hand. When I tried to walk away, his mood shifted. In a flash, he pinned me against the wall, his grip iron-tight around my wrists until I felt my veins strain.