Page 131 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

“No. I don’t think so. I’m Luca Guerra—”

The guard cut him off with one hand held up. “We don’t care about your last name here, Mr. Guerra. Even private flyers have to clear security. Miss Matish’s belongings have been flagged for further investigation. Please do not attempt to hold things up longer than necessary. We all have jobs to do here, and if everything is in order then she’ll be back momentarily.”

“And if it’s not?” Lynx asked.

I shot him a look, my stomach twisting with nerves. “Yeah, what he said. What if it’s not?”

The guard narrowed his eyes at me. “Have you put something in your bag that shouldn’t be there, Miss Matish?”

“Like what? Pretty sure I would remember if I packed a gun or a brick of cocaine. If I accidentally left my nail scissors in there, can’t we just throw them out?”

But the guard shook his head. “We’ll talk about this further in a private room.”

This time, they gave me no choice. The guard took my elbow, none too softly, toward a door marked “private.”

I glanced back at Luca, and my fear doubled at his expression.

He was worried.

Which meant I should be too.

All of a sudden, all I could think about was the things someone in the Guerra house might have slipped into my bag. Drugs being the number one concern. I knew the Guerras had a finger in every illegal pie. And Carlos wasn’t exactly my biggest fan right now. He hadn’t spoken a single word to me since he’d branded his name in my skin, and that had been weeks ago.

I’d been grateful for it, though I’d been waiting for another punishment. One that I was surely due, despite claims Luca had absolved me of my sins by taking my place in the cage.

I had a feeling Carlos didn’t forgive or forget that easily.

And now I realized he might have just been biding his time. I’d been punished for allegedly flirting with the Scot, MacGregor. What better way to really nail home who owned me than by having me arrested while I was on my way to Scotland, at the request of the man?

I wrung my hands but obediently followed the guard through a door and down a corridor. He stopped outside an unmarked room and waited for me to enter.

There was nothing inside the space except for a table, two chairs, and a giftwrapped box.

I glanced back at the man. “What is this?”

He nodded at it. “It’s for you.”

I didn’t move toward it. “I don’t understand.”

The guard shut the door and leaned back on it, blocking my entrance. “It’s a gift.” He caught my gaze. “From Mr. MacGregor.”

I breathed out a long breath and fought the urge to try to run out of the room screaming.

But the guard made it clear that wasn’t an option. He stared at me until I sighed and moved to the table and opened the box.

Inside lay a phone, nestled amongst red silk. I stared at it for a long moment, until the screen lit up and MacGregor’s handsome face popped up.

“Answer it,” the guard barked out.

I glanced at him. “I think it’s for you.”

He glowered at me. “The silky underwear isn’t my size.”

Oh, for the love of God. That was underwear beneath the phone? I picked it up with two fingers, and yep, sure enough, the pile of silk was actually lingerie.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes but answered the phone and told the caller exactly what I thought about his gift. “Seriously? You have me singled out at the airport, sure that I’m about to be thrown in jail for unknowingly running drugs, and all because you want to prove to Carlos that you can take his girl if you want to?”

God, I was so sick of men thinking they could buy and sell me like I was a cow at market.