She Entered The Wrong Bedroom At A Billionaire Gala — Then Woke Up Next To Chicago’s Most Feared Mafia Boss With A Ring On Her Finger.

PART 2

The woman pointed at my hips. “She has curves. She looks healthy. She will give me strong great-grandchildren.”

I nearly swallowed my tongue.

“Ma’am, I think there has been a misunderstanding.”

She ignored me.

“And she is not Victoria Marino. Praise every saint who was listening.”

At that name, Dominic went still.

The change in him was subtle but immediate. The sleepy man beside me disappeared. In his place was the calculating head of the Castelli family.

He looked at me for the first time.

His eyes were amber, unsettlingly clear, and far more observant than I wanted them to be. His gaze lingered on my frightened face before moving briefly over my body.

I expected disgust.

My ex-boyfriend had trained me to expect it.

Dominic’s expression held something else.

Interest.

Then his mouth curved into a slow, dangerous smile.

“Surprise, Nonna,” he said. “Meet my fiancée.”

“My what?” I choked.

His grandmother gasped with delight.

“I knew you had not completely disappointed me.” She turned toward one of the guards. “Matteo, call the planners. Cancel all arrangements with the Marinos. We need red roses, not those miserable white lilies. Contact Bellarosa Couture. This girl needs a gown worthy of her figure.”

“Wait,” I said.

“We can hold the engagement gala in two weeks.”

“Two weeks?”

“Perhaps ten days.”

“Mrs. Castelli—”

“Nonna Rosa,” she corrected. “You are family now.”

She blew me a kiss and swept from the room, taking the guards with her.

The doors closed.

Silence descended.

I slowly turned toward Dominic.

“What did you just do?”

He climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of black trousers. The movement revealed a body built like a weapon, crossed with old scars and dark tattoos.

I dragged my eyes toward his face.

“Who is Victoria Marino?” I demanded. “Why does your grandmother think I’m marrying you? And why did you agree with her?”

Dominic poured water from a glass bottle and handed it to me.

“Drink.”

“I don’t want water. I want an explanation.”

“You need both.”

I took the glass because my hands were trembling.

Dominic walked to the windows overlooking the lake.

“Victoria Marino is the daughter of Gabriel Marino.”

“The man your family has been fighting for years.”

His gaze sharpened. “You know more than most caterers.”

“I read newspapers.”

“Most newspapers do not print the truth.”

“They print enough.”

He considered me for a moment, then nodded.

“The conflict between our families has cost money, territory, and lives. A marriage was arranged to end it. I was supposed to announce my engagement to Victoria tonight.”

I glanced at the rumpled bed.

“Instead, you announced one to me.”

“Yesterday, my people intercepted communications from the Marino organization. The wedding was never intended to create peace. During the reception, their men planned to kill my family’s senior leadership.”

The water suddenly tasted metallic.

“Then cancel the wedding.”

“It is not that simple.”