Page 56 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Enzo clicked his fingers in front of my face.

I blinked. “What?”

“Your father asked you a question.”

I hadn’t heard it.

Dad didn’t seem at all pleased to have to repeat it. “I asked you when we’ll be going to the next fight.”

“Oh.” I shook my head, trying to clear it of the thoughts I’d been having about my father’s fiancée and her bodyguard. “Uh, I think there’s one on Friday night. I’ll find out.”

Carlos nodded. “See to it that you do. I have plans, Luca. Expanding our reach into sports and match fixing and gambling.”

And there it was. There was always some sort of illegal element to my father’s interests. He could never do anything completely on the up and up. I didn’t know what it was about him that craved that element of danger, but it had to be one of two things. He was numb inside and it was the only way he could feel anything at all.

Or, more likely, he was so fucking arrogant he assumed he’d never get caught.

I stood and moved toward the door. “It’ll be a fun daddy-son bonding session. I can’t wait.”

His gaze followed me all the way across the room. I didn’t need to see it; I could feel it burning a hole in my back.

“Oh, and Luca,” he called right as I hit the doorway.

I stopped and turned around. “Yes?”

“Keep your eyes off my woman. She might be beautiful. But she isn’t yours.”

18

LUCA

Dear Diary,

I’m definitely not attracted to my father’s fiancée. (This is a lie.)

Imade a beeline for the kitchen after I left my father’s office, a childhood habit I apparently had never broken. I’d always sought out Virginia after any interaction with him. Stepmothers had come and gone, none of them interested in mothering me.

Virginia had always been the closest thing I had to one, even if she did have to hold herself back, thanks to my father’s fear that if I was coddled too much, I’d turn out weak.

Or worse.

Gay.

Sometimes I wondered if I’d only started dating men just to spite him, even if he’d never know.

Except then I remembered the way my entire body hummed with desire when I looked at Lynx and realized that no, I just fucking liked guys.

Nyah standing at the kitchen counter in cutoff denim shorts, a tank top, and an apron tied around her waist gave me a sharp reminder I wasn’t only into men anymore.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so turned on by a woman.

Then again, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen one naked. Or heard one moan while she played with her pussy while lying in bed beside me.

That was impossible to forget.

The fact my father had forbidden me to touch her only made me want to do it more.

She glanced over her shoulder at me as I walked in, and her happy smile instantly turned to a scowl. “Oh. It’s you.”