Page 32 of The Mafia’s Girlfriend

“Street fighter?” I raised my brows.

“Yeah.” She waggled her phone. “Justin was texting me. I guess that guy Luke beat the shit out of is a street fighter that the Marcheses sponsor.”

“Oh, shit.” I grimaced, sitting upright. I worried that those Marchese soldiers would cause issues for Luke, but then again, I wasn’t Antonio’s wife yet. If my father cared, assuming he’d heard about this, he could’ve fought in my honor for those Marchese men trying to mess with me.

“He attacked one of their fighters?” I swung my legs over to face her. I didn’t try to keep up-to-date with a lot of what my father orchestrated. Besides the drug and gun trading, they also acted like a monopoly in real estate. And, of course, the illegal fighting rings. I was aware of all of those things, but I never got involved in the details. I was born into this mafia life. That never meant I wanted to stay in it.

Krista lost her teasing smile. “Maybe that’s why he’s avoiding you.” She cringed. “Because he realized what he’s getting mixed up with.”

I narrowed my eyes. Her comment triggered something in my mind to click. “Or not.”

She frowned.

“If that guy was a skilled fighter and Luke could take him on so easily, he had to have been trained somewhere.”

“Yeah.” She furrowed her brow. “He almost killed the other guy, too. Where’d he learn to fight like that?”

“Somewhere. So maybe he already knows about who’s who in the street fighting circuit.”

She shrugged. “You just had to find the wrong man to kiss.”

“I—” I never intended to kiss him. Something in me just snapped.

“Like I was originally saying... you’re not so high and mighty that you can’t sleep with the hotel staff anymore.”

“I didn’t pick him as someone I’d want to sleep with,” I lied.

I couldn’t stop obsessing about how he fried my brain with that kiss. I was a molten puddle of need when Krista interrupted. I would get naked with him in a heartbeat. Feeling the push of his hips against mine turned me on, so I imagined the full effect of his dick hard and jutting out at me would make me a crave him more.

“But he is the wrong man to kiss.” I could desire him, but it wouldn’t go anywhere. “He’s made it clear he wants nothing to do with me.”

She barked out a harsh laugh. “Sis, are you not seeing the same thing I’m seeing? He almost killed a man for you. Beat a trained fighter for you. If that doesn’t fit in the hot-as-hell category of burning down a world for you, I don’t know what does.”

“But he’s... He doesn’t want me. We sort of lapsed. The chemistry between us is there but that doesn’t mean we should or will act on it.”

“Because... you’re not trying to lose your virginity before it’s taken from you against your will?”

I shut up, daunted by the truth she spoke. My phone rang, preventing me from speaking up, anyway. Out here at our exclusive pool, toward the side, no one could overhear. A festival was going on today and most of the resort guests had left to see that.

I sighed at the name on the screen. “My father.”

“Time to face the music?”

I shrugged. “I’m not ready to leave here until I absolutely have to.”

“Hello,” I answered.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he bellowed.

I winced, holding the phone from my ear.

“I heard that you were out at a club last week.”

Gee. It took that long?

“And I didn’t realize it was the same fucking club where one of Vincent’s men was attacked.”

I pulled the inside of my cheek between my teeth. I wasn’t saying anything. It wasn’t like he was asking. Just calling to yell.