Page 32 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Lynx pulled the lid off the cake tin and took a deep sniff of the dessert on the inside. “I don’t know about you, but nearly getting caught with your ex by your new fiancée’s son always makes me hungry.”

The look he gave me said Dax and I hadn’t been fooling anyone. And that Luca might not have the proof that something was going on, but he knew enough that he wasn’t going to let it go.

I grabbed Lynx’s arm. “You have to tell Dax to stay away from this house,” I whispered. “He can’t come back here.”

Lynx sighed heavily and stuck his finger into the creamy top of the rapidly warming tiramisu. “On one condition.”

I was desperate enough to agree to anything. “Name it.”

He stuck his finger in his mouth and closed his eyes in bliss. “You don’t make me share this. I get it all to myself.”

I smiled at him. “That’s seriously all you’re going to ask for in exchange for being the keeper of my secrets?”

He snorted on a laugh. “I’m not stupid enough to think I know all your secrets, Nyah. I’m betting you have a dozen more.”

Didn’t I ever.

How I was going to keep them all was the biggest question.

10

LUCA

Dear Diary,

Today I stood next to the woman I want while another man reminded her who she belongs to.

Icouldn’t stop thinking about Nyah’s tits in that nightgown.

All full and practically spilling over the top of the satin triangles. Somehow, seeing them wrapped up like that, the outline of her hard nipples poking through, was even hotter than seeing her spread out naked on my bed.

That tattoo on her pussy had been on my mind when I’d fallen asleep, and it was still there when I’d woken up.

A knock came from the other side of my bedroom door.

“Luca?” Lynx called. “I’ve just been told your father is waiting downstairs for you.”

Fabulous.

I took out one of my favorite suits and dragged on the pants. Buttoned the shirt. Jacket. No tie ’cause those fuckers strangled me. Socks. Shoes.

I squeezed my eyes closed for a minute, trying to embrace the feeling that I was stepping back into the man my father trained me to be. I needed any gentleness I’d found in the last year to piss off. It wouldn’t serve me here. Here, I had to be harsh and cold or he’d eat me alive.

I couldn’t be the man who danced with his sister in cottage kitchens.

Lynx knocked again, because clearly I’d been taking too long. “Luca? You hear me or you too busy daydreaming about your father’s fiancée’s naked pussy?”

I threw the door open.

He grinned on the other side of it. I grabbed his arm and dragged him inside my room. But instead of the heat I normally felt between us, all I had was fierce anger. “Do you have a death wish? If my father—”

Lynx rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. He’s the big bad wolf you and Nyah are both scared of. I get it.”

He was going to get himself killed. And his lack of respect was fucking insulting. “You aren’t that dumb, Lynx. I know you know what he’s capable of. What I’m capable of.”

I forced myself not to cringe at how that sounded. Once upon a time, words like that would have fallen naturally from my mouth. But now it felt like an idle threat. Once upon a time, I would have had no problem pulling out a knife and putting a bullet in a bodyguard who dared to speak out of turn the way Lynx just had.

And yet now, I knew I was all talk.