Tangled Innocence - A Mafia Romance

ht here, right now? We're on equal footing. I'm not about to let hi

renting has

t at the sheer

glances at his Patek Philippe as though this

ourselves at

g. "Gu

first: we nee

ils just like Dmitri was doing a moment ago. "Sur

the same inept, ancient reptile who mixed up our s

nt taken. It's just that

be to prove paternity. I need to make sure

hen I say it; it's ten ti

e and, weirdly enough, it doesn't feel totally paternal. Nor is it affectionate. More like.

er, then I can continue with this pregnancy without the burden of an arrogant, d

l, then surely that entitles me to a fe

hout so much as a glance in my direction. But Dmitri's vodka is set down wit

ir. Anything els

slide to me. "Are

al instincts have already kicked into flight mode. Run far away and never return, they're screaming. I just want to get back home

fancy ice cream now that I'm with

not to be rude. Then, re

that personally. Just because he handles curveballs with an immaculate p

g." There it is again: that softness in

makes me terrifyi

s. "Yes... I had

here. About how this pregnancy was never meant to be about me. It was

h for my Coke instead. There's no point in sharing the

definitely d

r, he's st

paternity result goes,

hone," Dmitri c

use

er. If anything comes up-and I m

est first?" I say, blinking stupidly. "

ngling. "Until we do, I'm working under the assumption

o something more and more terrif

hat's even more dangerous is the thought that comes with it. As I stare at this infuriating, gorgeous, bossy, protect

ies go, I could hav

IT

Ego

is human tracking device lurking in the f

him. "Is there a

an spices for Miss Zanetti

own kind of language. "Italian spices" is code. Translation: I've been sent

l to follow me into the main living room without invitation. This is the second t

ce!" I

y on the right. She's wearing a slinky silver bathrobe

ing in with the furniture. She drops a peck on my cheek and slides her hands o

her little charade. But today, my head is

oint with my chin. "Your

nd yet he hasn't left. The only reason I can think of for why he's s

ace the pale, scrawny man in front of me, I ask,

g, but his Adam's apple bobs up and down. "As I said, I on

at Dante like he's a baby. "Aw, how sw