“Almost fucked you in your sleep,” he mutters.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Stop!” he warns. “You’re making me hard.”
“Stop, why? Because of Hugo and Kane?”
“No. Because…”
“Stop eating all the food already.” A woman’s voice comes from the hall. “Siete entrambi degli stronzi,” she roars in a strong Italian accent.You’re both arseholes.
My eyes widen until they bulge.
“Is that—” I whisper-yell.
“Want to meet Ma?” Mason smirks.
Oh my God. He is crazy!
I shake my head furiously, backing away. I’m not even sure where I would go, but there is no way in fucking hell I’mmeeting Reginald Grant’s wife, the mafia princess, in Mason’s house, dressed in his clothes.
“Where do you think you are going?” he asks, grabbing me by the waist as I make a run for the door.
“Let me go.” I slap his arm. “I’m not meeting her.”
“Didn’t we agree we aren’t keeping it a secret?”
“I take it back,” I snap, squirming in his grip. “Go back to your fangirls. I don’t care. Let me fucking go!”
I shriek when he lifts me like a child, with his arms tightly wound around my waist, while I kick my legs at him.
“Too late, little dove,” he snickers. “You were caught. I’m keeping you now.”
“What if she shoots me?” I hiss at him.
“Then you’ll be dead. Because I don’t miss,mia cara.” Alessia Morelli Grant, a gorgeous Italian woman with golden curls, stands in front of me in denims and a camel leather jacket.
If I hadn’t already seen a photo of her, I wouldn’t have guessed she was Mason’s mother. She looks athletic and young for her age. I used to think Mason was a spitting image of his father, but seeing her in the flesh, it’s clear he gets his most irresistible features from her.
“Ma.” Mason pulls me back by my hips. “This is Eva.”
I stare at Mason’s mother, wide-eyed, speechless.
“Are you going to say something?” he whispers in my ear.
Like what? Hello, I am the enemy’s granddaughter, who is shacking up with your son. Please don’t kill me?
“I think she is hoping, if she stays frozen, I won’t notice she’s there.” Alessia tilts her head and smiles.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Grant.” I swallow loudly, nerves shaking my voice a little. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Alessia,” she corrects. “We are a spontaneous family, hon. Not much for polite announcements.”
Great, she thinks I’m a stuck-up bitch now. Nice going.
“So, you’re the Etheridge girl?” Alessia appraises me. “I suppose I should be jealous. In twenty years of marriage, my husband has never spoken about another woman as much as he has about you.”
“Tell your husband to fuck off.” Mason snorts, twirling my hair around his finger. “She’s mine.”
