Semua Bab Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V]: Bab 121 - Bab 130

[ D O M I N I C O ] Never in my life have I actually planned on killing someone. I don't wanna rot and die in prison for murder. But I just might. Probably won't even bat an eyelid after introducing that selfish, vindictive son of a bitch to his Maker. If that piece of shit hurt Seraphine worse than Enzo thinks, I won't hesitate. Won't even second-guess myself. Someone better make sure our paths don't cross again. Or I'll kill my own cousin without a second thought. Make sure he bleeds to death while his miserable girlfriend watches every second of it. The second I step out of the backseat, I get slapped by the cool wind and the smell of rain in the air. I scowl. I should've been here much earlier. I should've taken that early morning flight. It's not just the guilt. For not being there for her. For failing to protect her. To save her from that psychopath. Shit. I can't imagine how terrified she must've been. And while pregnant. For the first time. I don't wanna say it

[ D O M I N I C O ] I should be doing more. Can't just sit on my ass all day pondering the what-ifs. The maybes... Probably just the guilt talking, but, I actually am not doing much to rectify what Leandro did to her. To make that asshole pay for everything he did. To make sure the aftermath isn't consuming her. I have yet to hear the entire story, but I know I'll hate him even more once I do. I know he tricked her into showing up here in Florence. Maybe he thought she knows what happened to his precious fucking cargo. Maybe the prick suspected I found it. Sold most of it to their competition. And he thought she had all the answers he wants to hear. “Thanks.” Sephie puts on a tight smile as I hand her the laptop. “Sure.” I stand by the wall. “I'm not sick, by the way. I wore a mask the whole flight. Never took it off. Until I got here.” “Oh. Okay. That's, um... Good that you're not feeling sick, or anything.” “They say there's an incubation period of a few hours to a few

[ S E R A P H I N E ]“You didn't have to hide this from me,” he murmurs to my temple, resting his cheek against the side of my head. I smile to myself while his hand strokes the slight curve of my belly. I'm kinda glad I don't look pregnant yet. I think I'm still in my first trimester, but part of me also wants this whole pregnancy thing to speed up. Another six or seven long months of pain, raging hormones, uncomfortable days and nights... Ugh. Just thinking about it's already worsening my headache. “I needed to,” I sigh after glancing at his face. “Because?” “To clear my head. Think for myself.” “Fine. I get it,” he sighs. “But leave a text at least. You know I can't sleep when you make me worry.” I almost smile, although his words only make me feel guilty. I still regret the first time I tried the disappearing act to make him realize his shortcomings. It's toxic behavior. I know. I can be toxic and emotionally immature, too. But it's like my only coping mechanism

[ S E R A P H I N E ]But what about my career? My goals? My plans for my future?Don't they matter at all? Or he just thinks his goals and timetable are much more achievable and practical than mine? More realistic?Sheesh. This is getting out of hand. Why am I so impulsive lately? This is just backfiring to no end. I dunno what's happening anymore. The plan was just to distract him. Keep him here for a day or two. Until he gets a better grip on his emotions. Until he forgets about taking matters into his own hands before the police can find his fugitive cousin. I really didn't think it would lead to this. I don't even know why we haven't changed the subject yet. As if we both aren't extremely uncomfortable right now with where this discussion is headed. “You really wanna do it? This year?”His Adam's apple bobs as Dom looks at me like I'm not making a lick of sense. “Is that really that big of an issue?” “I mean, you're a thousand percent sure? Like, have you thought it through

[ D O M I N I C O ] “Cara, dico solo che...” [Dear, I’m just saying...] “Sì?” [Yes?] I tilt my wine glass, sitting back and interrupting my stepmother again. I don't have to keep my mouth shut. I already know how uncomfortable Seraphine feels. Trying to sit still beside me, she takes a small bite of bread and stares at Mamma, who's seated across from us and not really minding the food on her plate. Rain still patters on the windows. But it shouldn't turn into something worse. This should be a calm, quick, easy dinner. Unless Mamma brings up what happened last night. If that happens, Seraphine will probably... “Sephie, è più prudente se tu rimani qui ora.” [It's safer if you stay here for now.] My stepmother is talking a bit slower now, dragging her vowels. She drops her delicate smile, then sets down her fork with a soft clink. “Non preoccuparti, Mamma. Porto sempre una mascherina extra nel caso mi dimenticassi di indossarne una,” Seraphine replies with a polite smile, her vo