Unwanted Marriage with the Mafia Boss (Mob Boss’s Unexpected Twins Duet #1)

18. Chiara

CHAPTER 18

Chiara

I have no idea what happened to me, but now I feel perfectly fine. Wet and slightly cold, but fine. Maybe it was all the stress. Everything that’s happening is just too much for me.

Adriano reaches out for my shirt, and my breath catches. Earlier, when he touched my cheek with such gentleness, I thought I’d gotten Blue back and I wanted him to kiss me. But I can’t let myself be stupid. My gaze falls down on the bulge in Adriano’s pants.

“Sunset,” I whisper just as he starts lifting my shirt.

I don’t know what I’m expecting. It’s not like he has a reason to stop. He can do whatever he wants to me, and it’s obvious what he wants.

His lips part in surprise, and he lets go of me and spins around. I take a shuddery breath as he strides to the door. Now I’ve just pissed him off, haven’t I? He’s going to come in here with a gun or some kind of weapon, or he’ll tie me up. He’ll hurt me and take what he wants, just like Filippo.

“I know you like it,” Filippo whispers into my ear. “And I know what you really want. Don’t make me sound like a liar. You like it when it hurts, and you’re so pretty when you cry.”

I push the memory away because the door opens. Adriano places a towel and a pile of clothes on the counter next to the door.

“If you need anything else or you start feeling dizzy again, just yell for me, okay?” He glances at me but quickly lowers his eyes.

“Yeah.” I barely manage to form the word because I’m in too much of a shock.

Adriano closes the door, leaving me alone. It’s a trap, isn’t it? He’ll make me pay for leaving him waiting. Even Filippo would sometimes back off when I told him I wasn’t in the mood, but then he’d take his anger out on me a few hours later.

I quickly take off my clothes and dry myself off with the towel. When I pick up the black shirt he left for me, I realize it’s his. I pull it over my head. It’s so big it’s like a dress for me, and it smells like him.

Oh hell. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I picture us at Amore Bruciante. His warm embrace. His heated kisses.

I open my eyes. It’s best to keep Blue and Adriano separate. The black shorts still have a tag on them, so I take it off before putting them on. They’re too big, but at least I’m not naked. For now.

I steel myself and walk out of the bathroom. Adriano immediately looks up at me from the chair where he’s sitting.

“How are you feeling now?” There’s actual concern in his voice.

“Okay.”

“The doctor is here. Do you want him to give you a checkup? He’ll stay here, so if you feel unwell or faint again, he’ll be ready.”

“Um...” I feel fine now, just very tired.

Adriano’s doctor wouldn’t help me get out of here anyway.

“I just need to lie down,” I say.

I need to stop thinking about Filippo and all the terrible things he’d done to me, and about all the horrible things that could still happen to me.

“All right.” Adriano nods.

I eye him carefully as I settle back on the bed. The cuff is still on the nightstand, and Adriano makes no move toward it. He just keeps watching me.

Will he really just sit there and do nothing? Will he really let me choose whether to see the doctor or not? Let me rest?

I try not to think about it. Worrying about what might happen will only tire me and stress me out more. What will happen, will happen, and who knows if I’ll be able to do something about it or not. For now, I just want to take a break from everything.

Adriano gets to his feet and starts toward me. I tense, but he only places a water bottle on the nightstand next to me and goes back to his seat.

Maybe, just maybe, an actual mafia boss is not as bad as Filippo.