Page 55 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

It was the exact same thing he’d done to Isabella. Kept her in a prison made of gold walls. It made me sick to my stomach. “Does Nyah know any of this?” I asked.

My father raised one shoulder in a shrug. “She’ll see her family at the wedding.”

“And then, what? Never again? She’ll just be kept in some ivory tower, only brought out to be paraded around on your arm when it suits you to have a younger, beautiful trophy wife?”

My father narrowed his eyes at me. “You think my fiancée is beautiful, Luca?”

I should have tread lightly. Thought about my response. But instead, I blurted out exactly what I’d thought ever since I’d laid eyes on her naked in my bed. “She’s fucking gorgeous.”

Enzo went stiff beside me, and I waited for it as well. My father was a jealous creature. I’d seen it with all of his wives. The way they couldn’t so much as look at another man without him losing his shit.

And I’d basically just said his fourth wife was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

Eh. It had been nice having a head. I was sure mine was about to roll.

But my father nodded, a pleased smile spreading across his expression. “Good.”

Good? What the fuck did that mean?

I needed to get out of this room. But I knew better than to try to leave without being dismissed.

My father picked up his pen again, tapping it on the desk. “I want you to take me to the street fights.”

I raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of topic. “Why would you want to go there? They’re in Saint View. They’re mostly just thugs brawling. Not exactly your scene.”

“You might have noticed, what with the hockey team you’re taking care of, I’m moving the business in new directions.”

“You’re telling me you suddenly have an interest in sports? Even though for pretty much my entire life, you told me I couldn’t play football because football players were Neanderthals with probable brain damage.”

He smiled a little at that. “And didn’t I do you a favor? Your nose isn’t crooked. You’re intelligent enough to hold a conversation with. You have all your teeth…more than I can say for most football players.”

This was exactly why I had never told my father about the times I’d put myself in a boxing ring. Because he’d never approved of anything I did, really. Not the businesses I’d started. Not the sports I’d played.

Not the men I’d dated…not that I’d ever given him a chance to have an opinion on them. Because I’d known exactly what it would be.

Me being into men would have been seen as a weakness. My father’s circles were mostly rich older men, of the generation where my sexuality had been presumed from birth.

I would marry a woman.

It didn’t matter which one. They weren’t important enough for that to be a consideration. She would be someone my father chose; in the same way he chose his own brides. Each one picked for what her family could bring to his empire.

Me being married off to someone’s son had never been a consideration.

So I’d hidden the fact I was into guys for as long as I could remember.

It was easy enough to do. All my hookups had been one-night things. I’d never had any interest in a real relationship, because what was the point when it couldn’t last?

One night was all it took with someone to erase the itch.

Until it came back.

That itch had been sitting forefront in my mind ever since Lynx had walked into my life.

I seriously needed to fuck him. Get it out of my system so I could move on to the next person.

And yet, when I thought about fucking Lynx, Nyah was there too.

The three of us, naked in my bedroom, her smaller body writhing between mine and his.