The Mafia and The Billionaire

ne's

confident in my ability to defend myself if he tried anything foolish, so I agreed to come and live with him. Afte

e them and follow us in a separate car. Patt had done some digging on my husband after Enzo showed him Alex's photo. As we drove to my wedd

the house so fa

. I didn't feel the need to comment further, as I wa

so let me know if you w

there's a roof over my head, I

ess because it was itchy. "Who were those m

vestigate me?"

d haven't had time

aracter may not be what I desired, at least you meet

?" he inquired, sitting o

d a billionaire. I suppose I was luc

he asked, lightly touching

l with. Someone who would alw

posite of that," he respond

that," I said,

till married me

s all that matters," I

him. "I see," he simply said, his attention drawn to his buzzing phone.

, and I nodded. He got up and headed to o

and a long-sleeved sweatshirt. He opened the

t reminded me before they left. I began to grab my lugga

every other day," he mentioned as I followed Alex.

d, and he left my belongings un

things?" I asked, chuckling. "I won't

longings," he responded. "I'm choosing to stay here and watch you sort your things, ready to assist if you need my hel

usive. I didn't need his help, and that's w

ess for tomorrow's party

he insisted, gently tu

entle grasp. "Patt and Enzo will be coming with me. You c

the party?"

Lorenzo about us just yet," I replied, to which he no

hey were still in the parking lot, awaiting me. I grabbed

ocated all the necessary establishments and areas I needed to familiariz

oned me upon seeing me. I smirked at him, glanc

ouldn't be addressing them in such a manner, but I was not some kind of dog who only knew how to

to purchase high-end gow

evealed my source and you discovered him, you'd have your promisc

k to your mother in that m

like her. She's merely your mistress," I warned him, indicating that I w

for a daughter," she retorted.

try bumpkin than have your da

" Daisy and Lorenzo

sted turning to Mavie. Her eyes widened; perhaps

ded. "And you," he pointed at the saleslady watching us, "why did you allow her to stay here? I wasn't aware this shop cate

ded, "She was selecting a gown,

you get fired from your job," he threatened the saleslady, who now looked at me with wor

e were no ordinary dresses, with their luxurious fabrics and intricate details. With a mis

med, her eyes filled with admiration. The saleswoman approached me, eager to retrieve the gown I was holding. I handed it

believed they had successfully guessed the gowns I had chosen for myself, and their

n he heard the price. I had to stifle my laughter, not wanting to give away my amusement be

ck card and uttered words that astonished everyone in the store. "Give her anything she wants," he declared, pointing directly a

dvantage of Enzo's generous offer. "No need," I replied with a knowing smile. "I'll find my gown elsewhere." Enzo nodded in understanding, already

me way that I am. However, if they do, give me a call. I'd be more than willing to cov

y with a gown from that particular store, I had managed to turn the tables and leave Lorenzo