Page 39 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Who owned all of us, apparently.

That didn’t sit well with me.

Luca huffed and stomped out into the hallway, past me, and flung open Nyah’s door.

“Hey!” she shouted from inside.

Luca ignored her and rolled his hand in the direction of the open bedroom, but his gaze was on me. “Go on then. If you won’t talk to me unless you can be near Nyah, then we’re going to have to do this in her room. We aren’t having it in the hallway where anyone can hear it.”

“Uh, excuse me? Do I get a say in any of this?” Nyah called.

“No,” Luca said simply.

She huffed but didn’t actually complain when Luca walked in. So a second later, I followed, shutting the door behind me.

The first thing I noticed was Nyah’s eyes. They were red and her makeup, that had been flawless earlier, was now smudged beneath her eyes.

There was no doubt in my mind she’d been crying.

Because of Guerra’s little show? I hadn’t liked the way it had played out. She’d seemed surprised, but she hadn’t said no.

Had she wanted to? He was her fiancé after all. I’d assumed she would want to be with him.

Though perhaps she hadn’t wanted to be put on display like that. Either way, I didn’t like that she was upset. She’d put on oversized pink sweats, and she was adorable in them.

I needed to slap myself in the face before I developed a full-blown crush on this woman.

This very unavailable woman.

I’d heard Carlos’s threats about touching her again. I got the impression he and his posse wouldn’t have thought twice about putting a bullet in my brain if they had so much as an inkling that I’d seen Guerra’s fiancée in her birthday suit.

Luca frowned at her. “Were you crying?”

Clearly, he was less tactful than I was.

She scowled at him. “If I was, it was only because I’ve had to be subjected to you. Why the hell are you in my room? If you’re here to snoop for some sort of proof that I’m secretly working for my father, feel free to go ahead. I have nothing to hide. Want to rifle through my underwear drawer? Just say that.”

She was all attitude and sass with him. They’d clearly gotten off on the wrong foot, their attraction to each other probably not helping things, though I doubted either of them was admitting to that.

But nobody verbally sparred the way the two of them were if they weren’t also secretly thinking about getting them into bed.

Not exactly the most mature form of flirting, but flirting, nonetheless.

Though the two of them might rip my head off if I dared to suggest such a thing, so I said nothing and left them to their argument.

“I’m in your room because I need to talk to Lynx, and he’s decided he’s your guard dog and won’t come in my room without you.”

“Jealous?” Nyah shot back at him.

He so clearly was.

But red heat flushed his skin, and he glared at her, stalking across the room, forcing her to walk backward until she hit the wall.

I let it go only because he wasn’t actually touching her.

But he towered over her, intimidating her.

Or…at least tried to.