La Sposa by Sienna Mynx

Author:Sienna Mynx
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: crime, drama, mafia, ir, bwwm erotica, bwwm contemporary romance, bwwm erotic romance

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Marietta slowly opened her door. She’d forgotten Lorenzo’s comment about keeping a man to watch over her, posted outside of her door. She nearly closed it when she found him there—waiting. The black silk robe she wore barely reached mid-thigh. Their eyes met. Quickly, she hurried out of her room to Lorenzo’s before the impropriety made her abandon her bravery. She didn’t bother to look back. She knew the man was staring. Fuck him. When she opened the door to Lorenzo’s room, she found darkness inside. The bitter stench of his cigar greeted her. She hated smokers. This, among other things, made her question the attraction she couldn’t deny between them. Marietta crept inside his room, expecting to find him asleep. He laid in the middle of his king size bed with his arms folded behind his head. A smile teased the right side of his mouth.

“What took you so long?” he said.

The question stopped her. The plan to slip into his bed foiled. Did he know her better than she knew herself? Hell no! The man was an arrogant jerk. A sexy, arrogant, jerk and her attraction to him was like a drug. She couldn’t get enough.

“I, ah, I came to ask a question.”

Lorenzo’s brow arched. “Really?” A smug snort of laughter escaped him, and it made her want to gut punch him. But she maintained her composure.

“Yes, really.”

“Then ask me beautiful, and then come join me.” He sat up, extending his hand.

She rolled her eyes. “You spent your birthday with me.” She crossed her arms in front of her. “I want to know why. Why don’t you celebrate your birthday?”

The smile dimmed on his lips. Finally, something real broke the wall of indifference that was his force field. She expected him to reject her, and her request for truth and honesty. She was prepared for him to talk her out of this stupid attraction they shared so she could keep it strictly business between them. He was as predictable as he was dangerous, she supposed.

She was wrong.

Lorenzo held her gaze for a moment, then spoke. “I used to love my birthday as a kid. It was the last day of the year. That’s a huge day in my culture. Big parties, so much celebrating, all of it made me feel special. Different. My mother constantly reminded me that I wasn’t. I was her son, and cursed to be second in life to anything I ever wanted. And then it all changed when I was about sixteen.”

“What happened?” Marietta pressed.

“My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was quite bitter about it. Wait. No. She was pissed about it. Isabella Battaglia was a bitter woman, pissed about many things.”

“Isabella?”

“I told you, sweetheart, it’s a common name. My mother’s name.” He waved off the connection but Marietta wasn’t quite convinced they should dismiss it. A woman with the name of his mother was after them both? She half-listened, more confused than before.

“When the doctors told her that she would lose her breasts, she refused to believe it.

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