Page 3 of Ho Ho Mafioso

Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and sighed. In the moment, I didn’t think about the enormous problem my actions were going to cause my family.

My eyes snapped open.Oh my God, what if I actually killed him?

Panic filled me and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My intention had been to stop him from raping me but I hadn’t actually considered that I might have killed him. I knew my dad would have everything taken care of, but Luca wasn’t some nobody. His father was also a very powerful man, and if I had killed his son, a war between our families was all but inevitable.

I ran my hands over my face, trying to ease my frantic thoughts.It was an accident, everything will be okay. Dad will take care of everything.

I tried to figure out how to get out of the mess I’d made. Luca and I were supposed to go on our honeymoon to Fiji the next morning for a week, so that would buy us some time to figure out a plan before his family knew he was missing.

After that, I wasn’t sure what we were going to do.

Once the bath water turned cold, I got out of the tub and wrapped myself in a towel. After I dried myself off and braided my long Auburn hair to the side, I slipped on one of the plush robes that was hanging next to the shower.

I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. Then, I opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the master bedroom.

I entered the living area of the penthouse where my dad was talking with his men in hushed tones. His back was to me, so I spoke up, “Dad?”

When he turned to face me, his brow was pinched in concern. Once our eyes met, he forced a smile. “Piccola.How was your bath?”

I knew he was trying to distract me, but I needed to know whether Luca was alive or dead. “Is he dead?”

My father exhaled a breath, then nodded. “Yes.”

I couldn’t explain the swarm of emotions that overtook me. Relief, fear, panic, and guilt rushed through me at once, and the last thing I remembered was my dad catching me as my vision went black.

My eyes slowly fluttered open, and I could hear my dad’s voice through the closed door, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. My brows furrowed as I processed what was happening while the veil of sleep lifted.

I was in bed, still in the robe I had put on after my bath. Throwing the covers off me, I scooted out of the bed, needing to talk to my dad to figure out what was going to happen since I’d killed Luca.

I killed Luca.

My stomach knotted. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to take someone’s life, especially someone as powerful as my husband.

Now dead husband.

I pushed down the feelings of guilt, sadness, and panic as I went to the door and opened it. I stepped out to see my dad talking with a man I’d never seen before. “Dad?”

My dad turned towards me, his forehead creased in a frown. He forced a smile. “Hey,Piccola,how are you feeling?”

I nodded, my eyes darting back and forth between my father and the other man. “Better. Who is this?”

My dad glanced over at the man and clapped him on the shoulder. “This is Enzo. He’s my wolf.”

“Wolf?” I asked, unfamiliar with the term in that context.

My dad chuckled and Enzo smirked. A tendril of heat coiled in my abdomen. “He takes care of these types of problems with discretion and makes them disappear.”

A little pang of hope filled me, but I scoffed. “Dad, this isn’t some random guy. This is Luca Sorello. There’s no way to make this disappear.”

My dad came over to me and lightly grasped my upper arms. “I have a plan.”

I arched a brow. “What plan?” I wasn’t sure what plan he had that didn’t end in a war between our families.

“Let’s sit down,” my father said, guiding me to the couch.

“I’m going to get to work,” Enzo stated gruffly.

“Good. Come back in here when you’re finished.”