Auctioned As A Bride To The Mafia Boss
I let my voice drop just slightly, my tone edged with dangerous amusement.
The man’s brows shot up, momentarily caught off guard.
Mira, watching from the side, hid a smirk behind her glass of wine.
Xavier, though still tense, looked mildly impressed.
Raphael?
Raphael relaxed, his lips twitching as though he was pleasantly surprised by my response.
The man finally chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. “Dante. Dante Moretti. But you, my dear, can call me whatever you’d like.”
Ah. Raphael’s cousin.