Semua Bab Substitute Bride To The Mafia Boss : Bab 11 - Bab 20

|GIOVANNI'S POV|My fingers scribbled across the signature line, the smooth cursives of the letters made me nod with pride. I did the same thing for the other three, closing them and handing them over to Paolo,"When you're done sending these out, check on the casino downtown," I adjusted my tie, pulling it down so I could breathe better, "Juan forgot to cash the money in last night, and I don't want to deal with the bank any time soon.""Okay, boss," Paolo responds, bowing in respect and I nodded."How's the transport ring doing?" I quipped, twisting the rings on my knuckles back and forth, "I haven't heard from them in a while?" Paolo nodded, "We haven't had any issues, although the connection there is shitty."The corners of my lips tilted upwards, and I relaxed against the backrest of my chair. It was interesting to run several businesses, but sometimes it was quite draining. After my father chose to hand over the title of being the mafia boss several years ago, I was all but ho

The ride was filled with so much tension, and Giovanni not being here made it worse. I assumed he was going to pick me up from home and we would arrive together,Imagine my shock when I was greeted by his driver instead. At least, it wasn't the limousine again. I didn't do well in fancy cars. I scrolled through the pages, sighing when I realized that I had a couple more to read through. I couldn't sleep last night due to the anxiety crawling down my throat,My sister and I worked in different fields, and I didn't know much about the business world. Heck, I barely saw the news. So when Dad told me I would be meeting his family today, I knew that not only would I be interrogated but I would have to put my best foot forward.In other words, I had to impress them. Just like Dahlia would. A yawn slipped past my mouth, and the driver eyed me from the rearview mirror. I offered him a wry smile, returning my attention to the blog. Most of the things there made no sense to me, Dahlia's com

I was still staring at the shrimp, my bottom lip trembling, and I heard a voice cut through the silent panic attack I was having. "Are you okay?" I looked up to see Luciano eyeing me, and I smiled, all teeth and cheeks. "I'm just surprised at the intricacy of the meal.""Why?" Cristina jabbed, smirking, "You've never seen food like that before."Her husband not-so-gently jabbed her side, hissing aggressively,"Stop that," José looked at me, apology clear in his gaze, "Pardon her behavior, Dahlia. She's not usually like this." I could tell that he was lying. She was always like that. "It's fine," I said with a shrug, and then turned to the maid at my side. She was an older woman with beautiful salt and pepper hair, almost reminding me of my great aunt. "Thank you," I told her with a soft smile, "this looks too beautiful to eat." The maid smiled brightly, and even Luciano barked out a laugh,"Don't fret, you can eat it without guilt." I smiled, and nodded before turning to look a

|GIOVANNI'S POV|We spent the rest of the ride back in silence, our fingers were intertwined as I rubbed my thumb back and forth against her skin. For some reason, she'd been unusually quiet since we left my home. The car suddenly stopped, Ken announcing that we had arrived already. I bobbed my head and pulled open the door by my side before climbing down, walking over I did the same thing for Dahlia and offered her a hand,She smiled and with my support, climbed down from the vehicle. "Thank you," she whispered, and I nodded in response. The evening's breeze was cool against my skin, even with the layers of clothes I was wearing. I looked at her, watching as her hair flowed with the wind, and a smile tugged at my mouth. The meetup with my family went better than I expected, while I didn't imagine a complete catastrophe, the smoothness of it still stunned me. Father was definitely sold on her, I didn't think he would like her but her position in business must have done it. The t

|GIOVANNI'S POV|The line trilled for a few seconds before he picked it, and I placed it on loudspeaker,"To what do I owe this pleasure?" His voice echoed, and I scoffed. "Let's meet at the bar," my tone was straightforward, "I'm craving a drink."He chuckled, humor lacing his voice, "You got it, Gio.""See you in a few minutes," I responded, leaning my neck back against the head rest. "Enzo." I ended the call, my jaw tight as I remembered all that happened back inside. My family had a talent for testing my patience. It came naturally to everyone of them, including Father. By the time we arrived at the bar, the pulsing rage within me had already withered and all that was left was the insane urge to drink."You sure you don't need me to come inside, Boss?" Ken asked, slamming the door behind me and I adjusted the lapel of my jacket."No, I'll be fine."He eyed me with caution, but nodded, "I'll be right here in case you need me."I waved him off, tucking my hands into my pocket as