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

23. Adriano

CHAPTER 23

Adriano

Rocco told me Chiara chose a red dress to wear, but when the door opens and she walks out, my jaw hits the floor. The sleeveless dress hugs her curves perfectly, as if it has been molded to her body.

As she steps forward, her leg shows through the slit on the side. All my blood rushes down to a completely wrong place. I want to shove her against the wall and kiss her, and then I want to pull her leg up and fuck her right here in the hallway.

Do I even want her to go out like this? The dress wasn’t this hot in the photos because Chiara wasn’t wearing it. People will be staring at her. She’ll have everyone’s attention. Is she even wearing any panties?

I want to take a peek, but Chiara is watching me. Her chin is up, her eyes full of fire. I think she chose the sexiest dress on purpose. Does she think I’ll change my mind and not want her to come with me? Or does she want to provoke me into ripping the dress off her and forgetting all about the party until it’s too late?

If I didn’t know any better, I’d hope for the latter. But Chiara hates me now, as she should, and I can’t give in to the temptation. It would be so easy to let go of my iron control, but I don’t want to. I can’t.

Soon enough, our ways will part, and I’ll never have to think about her or see her again. I’ll just have someone make sure she and her family stick to my terms. There are plenty of beautiful women out there. Maybe no one quite like Chiara, but keeping her isn’t in my best interest.

I offer her my hand because she’s a little unsteady on her high heels. She gives me a wary look, but then she takes my hand.

Our gazes meet as we make our way down the hallway. If I believed in love and wanted to stay with someone for the rest of my life, I’d choose her. It’s an insane thought.

We’d have really pretty kids, like their mom. Another insane thought. The attraction between us is—or was—only physical.

I won’t accept anything else because actually having a wife and children has never been in my plans. Many mafia bosses want to continue their bloodline, but I couldn’t care less about that. And Chiara is just a pawn. A pawn I have to use very carefully.

“Smile for the cameras,” I say to Chiara as we’re about to enter the restaurant where the party is held. Tons of reporters are already lined up and waiting for us.

“And look at me as if I’ve just told you something romantic,” I add.

“Oh, something romantic?” She raises an eyebrow at me. “Better tell me you’re dying. That would actually make me smile.”

Her face is deadly serious. I want to laugh, but we’re already in front of the cameras. A moment later, Chiara smiles and everyone’s snapping pictures of her. I keep my arm wound around her waist.

“Who is she?” someone yells from the crowd.

“Chiara Gaviani, my wife.” I give everyone my best smile.

Chiara glances at me. My last name fits her way better than her own. I wish I could tell her that, but she would probably want to stab me. We need to look like the perfect couple. Our photos will be everywhere, and I’m glad Chiara’s smile is convincing enough. The crowd goes wild. Everyone wants to know who Chiara is and how we met. They’re asking her questions too.

“We’d like to keep some mystery.” I grin before leading Chiara away from the reporters.

“I didn’t know you were that famous,” she says.

“I’m a billionaire. Someone put me on the list of most eligible bachelors, and ever since then, reporters have been pestering me whenever I go to an event like this one. I was always alone, but now I’m not.”

“If only they knew the truth,” she mutters under her breath.

“The truth is dangerous. Don’t forget that.” I don’t think she’s going to make the mistake of trying something with her parents’ lives at stake, but who knows what’s going on in her mind?

The best thing about not being alone here is that I can’t get bored. Whenever I want to get away, I’ll just say my wife needs me or that we want to dance.

Actually, I don’t want to miss out on dancing with Chiara. She’s too beautiful not to find an excuse to be close to her. I want to stare deep into her eyes and hold her close, even if she glares at me the whole time.