Page 73 of Mafia Daddy's Christmas Bride

For a brief moment, I'd allowed myself to believe that with Roman's help, I might finally get answers. Now I'm not so sure.

“What did you expect to learn today?” Roman finally asks.

“The truth,” I say simply. “Who killed my mother and why.”

“You’re not worried that the truth might be something you don’t want to know?”

Anger seethes in my belly. “You think my mother was having an affair? Or betraying the family?”

Roman laughs, and I want to hit him. “You betrayed the family.” He glances at me. “I wonder, dear wife, if maybe you’re not finishing something your mother started.”

I gape at him. “You really think that?”

He shrugs. “I’m not the only one with secrets here.” He gives me a pointed look. “Am I?”

I whip my head away to look out the passenger side window, irritated and a little worried. Does he know about the new phone?

“Don’t worry. I’m committed more than ever to find out what happened to your mother.”

It sounds like a threat. “What do you think you’ll find out?” I ask, although I’m not sure I want to know.

“The truth.”

I swallow. “And what will you do with the truth?”

“What I always do. Whatever it takes to protect the family.”

I know without a doubt that he’ll do just that, even if it means having to kill me.

13

ROMAN

Another morning where I wake, staring at the ceiling, with Isabella's steady breathing beside me both torture and lullaby.

The soft curve of her body rests inches from mine, close enough that her warmth radiates across the sheets.

My hands ache to touch her. My dick throbs to fuck her.

I shouldn't want her this much.

She shifts in her sleep, her leg brushing against mine. I tense immediately, willing my body not to respond.

Three nights since I took her virginity, and I've managed to keep my hands to myself. Barely.

She turns again, unconsciously seeking warmth, and nestles against my side. My jaw clenches so hard it aches.

I slide out of bed, careful not to wake her. I head to the shower, blasting it on cold to rid the white-hot need coursing through my blood.

It’s madness. I shouldn’t have ever touched her.

Fucking hell, not only did I take her virginity, but I did it without protection like a stupid horny teenager.

The enforcer who plans every detail, who never leaves evidence, who calculates every risk, and I couldn't even grab a fucking condom from my nightstand.

I put my face under the freezing spray of water. If she gets pregnant…

Christ. A baby.