Page 25 of Mafia King: Matteo (Borrelli Mafia #1)

“Now that we have that out of the way, here is a credit card for you—an unlimited amount.” I hand her the black card with her married name on it, even though our date hasn’t been set.

“I don’t need it.” Her hands remain in her lap.

“I won’t have you take a penny from your father. Besides, we will attend events that require a one-of-a-kind dress. Occasionally, you’ll need a makeup artist and hairstylist. You’re gorgeous. I love you in nothing at all, honestly. However, we’re taking New York City by storm.”

“What does that mean, exactly?” Her blue eyes glow warm upon my face, but she takes the card and slips it into her wallet.

“It means we’re making connections and circulating in circles you’ve never seen.”

“What do I have to do?” She’s suddenly changed from a ferocious woman to one with uncertainty in her voice.

“Nothing unusual. But maybe you can soften people up as we greet them and help me gain access to the individuals I need to facilitate the deals. I’ll be beside you to close the deals.”

“What kind of deals?” Her eyes move over my face, and she observes my open trench coat, collared shirt, and tie.

“Nothing menacing. I need a variance in height for the property I acquired. That’s our first order of business. I’m the new don, and it’s of utmost importance we obtain it to build another hotel.”

“What do you need me for?”

“Councilman Addler’s campaign fundraiser is a gala event. Half Masked ball, it will be up your alley, don’t you think?”

She lets out a tiny laugh. “We dress up for this?”

“Yes, I have someone working on outfits. However, the fundraiser has been sold out for months. Find out if Izzy and Dmitry can fit us in at their table. They might have extras or know someone. They may have to boot someone to get us in. I have to be there. My success depends on my outcomes with Addler. He’s known to hold out on these variances.

I will head him off before he can deny my permit. ”

“I haven’t heard about this event. How do you know they have tickets?” Her head is turned to observe my reaction. Her eyes are judging me, expecting me to have done something insidious.

“There is an RSVP list, and they’re on it,” I reply bluntly, giving her my most impressively mischievous smile.

“Wow. Well, I guess that’s better than spying on their staff. Do you have men following people around the city?”

“Occasionally. However, that’s a good idea. Technically, you’re the only one I’ve followed in years. And it wasn’t for business.” I turn away from her to look out the window. I never should have let that slip.

Why am I blubbering? I don’t show emotions.

“So, you followed me from Madame M?” Alena asks, but I know she’s already figured out the answer. There’s no reason to lie when I don’t have to.

“Guilty,” I reply with a chuckle. Being around her reminds me that I don’t always have to be so serious. It’s refreshing to have her as a companion.

“Oh, by the way, here is a new phone for you. I’ve cloned yours.” I pull the phone out of my breast pocket.

She moves her lips to protest, but I put my finger on her to silence her protest. She moves her plump lips as if she’ll bite me.

“This one is encrypted.” I hand the new phone to her. “I even put the gold glitter case on it myself. It’s necessary for our safety,” I add.

“When did you clone my phone? How long have you known you were going to marry me?” She catches her breath. “Who are you?”

“Please hand your old phone to Gio.” She pulls her phone out of her purse and slides it through the seat to him.

“I’m the don of the Borrelli family, and I’m going to be your husband. I will keep you safe at all costs. All I ask is that you keep an open mind for our marriage and future. And don’t trust anyone or go anywhere without Vito. Do we have an agreement?”

“What do I get in return?”

I know she’s asking to barter for something. She’s not greedy or needy. No, she asks with a purpose in mind. I’m curious to find out what it is.

“You get me and my empire,” I state.

“Fine. Then, I want our marriage to be real, with no cheating.”

There it is. My little Angel is jealous.

I turn my head to face her. My hand cradles her face.

“It goes both ways, my love.”

Her blue eyes bore into mine, turning a paler shade of blue.

What does this mean? I make a note to discover the secrets behind her pretty eyes.

I’ve never known someone’s eyes to change different colors, and I assume it might be connected to moods.

I have to learn more about the Angel who brings a smile to my lips.

“Fine,” she replies as if she’s put out. However, I catch a tiny smirk on her face. She got what she wanted, and for some reason, she wants me.

I slip my finger over her lips and into her mouth. My cock twitches. Damn, she’s so fuckable.

Gio pulls up to the restaurant and comes to a stop. I pull my hand away hesitantly. I have half a mind to fuck her, but it’s my restaurant, and it would be awkward to arrive later when we’ve already pulled up to the curb. I exit the vehicle and turn, extending my hand to Alena.

She places her hand in mine and joins me on the sidewalk. She straightens her dress under her coat and stands next to me. I tuck her arm through mine and lead her into La Cucina del Padrino. My staff opens the doors, and the ma?tre d’ greets me by name and seats us immediately.

Alena is surprised at the speed at which the staff moves and is stymied by how all the staff nod at us. The head manager swings by our table and expresses his wish that our evening is a pleasant experience.

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