Dark Mafia Bride: An Arranged Marriage, Secret Baby Romance (Mafia Vows)
Dark Mafia Bride: Chapter 30

As soon as the words leave Emilio’s mouth, I lose it. I’m on him in an instant, my hands grabbing his collar with a fury I can barely control. I don’t care that everyone in the room is watching. My vision goes red.

“How dare you?” I hiss, my grip tightening as I yank him off the floor. “How dare you speak to my wife like that?”

He tries to say something, but it’s just a gurgle, his words swallowed by the pressure around his throat. I can hear people scrambling behind me, Zia Camilla pleading for me to let him go, but I don’t care. All I see is the broken expression on Mirabella’s face as she ran out of the room.

“If you don’t want to kill him, I suggest you let him go now.” Nonna’s voice cuts through the chaos, low and commanding. “He’s seconds away from passing out.”

I glance down at her. For the first time, I don’t see hatred in her eyes—just a calm, controlled warning.

Emilio squirms in my grip, choking and sputtering a mix of curses and half-formed words. With a forceful shove, I send him stumbling backward, his body slamming against the long mahogany dinner table. Plates, silverware, and food scatter everywhere as he crashes to the floor with a sickening thud.

“Get the fuck out,” I growl, my voice eerily calm as I point toward the door. “All of you! Out of my house. Out of my life. I don’t ever want to see your face again.”

I turn to walk away, but Zia Camilla steps in front of me, blocking my path. Her face is twisted into a scowl, but I see the flicker of fear in her eyes as she steps closer.

“Ettore,” she calls softly, reaching for me.

Before she can touch me, I grab her wrist and shove her aside, the rage still bubbling beneath the surface. My hand trembles with anger, but just as I’m about to turn on her, Mirabella’s face flashes in my mind.

I can’t let her sit in that pain alone. She needs me more than anyone right now.

Ignoring the murmurs and shocked looks behind me, I leave them all standing there and go after Mirabella. It doesn’t take long to find her since she’s in our bedroom, her back to me as she stares out the window.

“Mirabella,” I say softly, closing the door behind me. She doesn’t turn around, but I can see the tension in her stiff shoulders.

I want to walk over to where she is, take her in my arms, and comfort her, but I can’t do that right now. Not when it’s my fault all this happened in the first place.

“I’m sorry. What they said…everything they said.” I grit my teeth as another wave of anger washes over me. “They hurt you, and they had no right.”

She doesn’t respond. She just keeps her gaze on something outside the window. I run my hands through my hair searching for the right words.

“I know it hasn’t been easy. The comments my family makes, the fact that you have to share the same roof with them…this wasn’t part of our agreement.”

I hear her exhale sharply, but she still doesn’t turn to look at me.

“What do you want, Mirabella? Say the word and I’ll do it,” I grit my teeth. “I know you told me you don’t want me to send them away, and the only reason they’re still here is because you asked. But if you want to change your mind…”

She shakes her head, and my heart sinks even further. How selfless and kind could she be?

“Fine. Let’s leave. Let’s get away for a while. Just us.”

She turns to face me, and I exhale in relief before continuing. “A vacation, maybe? We haven’t even had a honeymoon. What do you say?”

She doesn’t say anything. She just watches me with an unreadable expression on her face. Before I can ask her what she’s thinking, she’s striding over toward me with a determined look on her face.

When her lips collide with mine, I wrap my arms around her, diving in with fervor and passion. My tongue explores her mouth, and she meets me with the same intensity, pouring her anger and frustration into the kiss. I swallow her pain and hurt, dragging my hands over every inch of her skin, unable to get enough.

“Please,” she moans between kisses. “Please make me forget.”

A growl escapes my lips as I lift her body in my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her toward the bed. As I place her body on the soft sheets, I’m already climbing over her, pulling my lips down to kiss her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. She moans when I rip her dress off her torso. I fling the flimsy material across the room to pepper kisses down her body, leaving open-mouthed hickeys everywhere I go.

Her fingers run through my hair before pulling at my scalp, tugging my mouth away from her skin to pull my T-shirt over my head. I work the rest of our clothes off quickly, eager for the feel of her soft skin against mine. When we are finally both completely naked, I kiss her again, slowly now, taking my time to worship her beautiful body as I trace my hand over every dip, every curve, every scar. Her breath shudders out of her lungs as I trail my hand down to her wet heat. Her hands wrap around my shoulders, and she pulls me closer to her.

“Make love to me, Ettore,” she moans against my lips.

I let out a guttural sound from my throat before sinking down between her spread legs. I brush the tip of my cock over her wet entrance once, twice.

“Are you sure?” I murmur, and she nods eagerly.

“Yes.”

I sink in slowly, savoring the sensation of her walls taking in my hard length. We both moan as I’m buried deep inside her, and after peppering kisses over her face and neck, I begin to move slowly in and out of her.

My arms are positioned on either side of her head, my face only mere inches away from hers. Our eyes are locked on each other, my heart thumping directly above hers.

I’ve never done this before. Making love. But fuck, it feels better than anything I’ve ever imagined. It feels like a fantasy, a high I don’t want to come down from. Her nails trail softly over the length of my back as I roll my hips gently, steadily. Our eyes remain locked, and I see the desire…the emotion pooling in her gaze. The sunlight streaming in from the window hits her eyes, making them glitter like gems.

And because I can’t resist, I lean in to kiss her again. I sink even deeper inside her before pulling out to thrust in again. She gasps into the kiss as my movement picks up pace. Her fingers digging into my back, her legs spreading even further to give me more access.

The orgasm that hits us is unlike any other I’ve ever felt. It starts from her toes, which curl as she wraps her legs around my waist. The second to final thrust makes her body tremble against mine, and it squeezes my dick painfully yet beautifully. When I thrust for the last time, her hands grab my face as she whispers, “Come with me, baby.”

We come together, our bodies trembling with intensity as we surrender to each other completely.