Dinner with the Mafia ✔

Chapter 52

"Are you ready, Bambi?" Dario asked as he knocked on my bedroom door. He was being a gentleman when I knew he was dying to see me naked, and I loved it. He respected my boundaries. 

I wore my black high heels that matched my black dress and exited the room with a smile. I loved how I looked. I felt confident and beautiful. "Oh shit," he whispered the moment his eyes landed on me, and I stopped in my tracks.

"What? Is something wrong? Do I look bad?" Just like that, I was self-conscious, and that had never happened before. 

Damn you, Dario Fucking Romano.

He stepped closer, wrapped his muscular arms around my waist, and stared me down. I forgot how to breathe from the intensity of his gaze. "You look like an angel walking down on earth to salvage me. La mia bellissima Bambi." He kissed my forehead, and I was gone. "Un giorno ci metterò un anello vero," he added, and I arched my eyebrows.

"Can you translate, please?" I placed my arms around his neck and kissed his jaw.

Before he could say anything, Phoebe stood behind him, almost screaming at the sight. "He said he wants to put a ring on it one day! Oh my God, this is priceless and romantic, and I want to throw up from this overload of cuteness!"

I laughed and blushed at the same time. My mafia don was unexpectedly romantic.

"I forgot she understood Italian," he grumbled under his breath, and I chuckled at his sulking. From his reaction, I assumed he was not going to translate what he said. 

Thank you, Phoebe.

"And you look like the couple we watched on TV the other day, Joe. Royal, elegant, and powerful. Let's not forget good-damn-looking!" Phoebe was having a fangirl moment, and I let her. She was genuinely happy, and I was happy for her.

"Thank you, Phoebe. You look very beautiful, doesn't she, Dario?" I said as I hugged her, but I could tell that Dario did not appreciate that I let go of him. He was going to have to suck it.

He nodded, still sulking, as he wore his expensive-looking watch from our new collection. I forgot to put mine, so I returned to my room, opened the box, and put it on. It defied all the purpose of having this day if I did not wear one. "Yes, Abramo will faint," Dario remarked, and I giggled.

"Are you being honest? Because I do want him to faint in love with me," she replied with a smirk, and I laughed at her bluntness.

"Woman, you have no filter." Dario's comment made us laugh so hard that I almost fell down the stairs, but he held me tightly and securely. "And you have no steady feet," he said with a roll of his eyes, and I slapped his chest.

"Stop flirting, and let's go. I think the whole mafia is waiting outside your house, Don," Phoebe mocked, walked down to the main entrance, and opened the door. Indeed, almost everyone was waiting outside for us. The sight was comical yet very powerful. 

"The lovebirds have emerged from their nest at last. Did you use protection?" Lazo was the first to comment, and I slapped his arm. Everyone knew we were a couple, so they took the liberty to mess with us each time they saw us.

"I hope you did not ruin the sheets today," Abramo exclaimed as he casually wrapped his arm around Phoebe's waist. He whispered something in her ear, and she turned crimson red. I did not want to know what he said to her, but I knew it was something she liked. We ignored the teasing comments and walked to the cars.

"You look beautiful, Jolene. You too, son," Basilio said and kissed my hand—such a gentleman.

"I agree with Grandpa. Stunning!" Enola hugged me, then walked to Mattia's car. Andrea was not with them, so I figured he was with his nanny.