My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent
His hands tightened around my waist, a little more than before, as if knowing I wasn’t his alone made him want to claim me more fiercely.
“So,” Nico began, a crooked smile playing at his lips, “I’ve been obsessed with Dante’s wife all this time.” He paused, then laughed low and rough. “Sleeping with her behind Dante’s back, no less.”
I met his gaze, steady, waiting for what came next.
“Tell me,” he said, voice teasing but edged with something sharper, “does Dante even know you’re La Rosa Nera?”
I let the question hang for a moment, the truth twisting tight inside me.
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