The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

I was still trying to wrap my head around what Antonio had done when the door suddenly swung open and Sofia appeared before me.

My heart sank to my stomach as I stared down at what I had on me. I was only in a fucking towel, and she must have seen Antonio leaving. Oh, no. Things couldn’t have gotten worse.

“I came to get my phone’s charger. I left it here yesterday.” She said as she strolled to the dresser where it was sitting and picked it up.

My eyes never leaving her, I watched as she turned around and started trudging towards the door without even sparing me a glance.

I hated this. I loved my sister, and I never wanted things to be the way they were because of a man. I needed to make amendments and clear the air about me and Antonio. We might be attracted to each other, but nothing has ever happened between us, and nothing will ever happen. I would make sure of that.

But given that she just witnessed him leaving my room and, to make matters worse, she found me in only my towel, it would be so much harder to explain and make her believe that there was nothing going on between me and Antonio. But I had to try.

“Sofia.” I quickly called just as she pulled the door open. She halted, then turned to look at me.

“About-” I paused, taking a deep breath before I continued. “It’s not what you think.”

“What?” She asked and raised her brow, feigning ignorance.

At that point, I realised that making her believe would be so much harder than I thought.

“The Uhm… about me and Uhm…” My hand made its way behind my neck and started scratching it nervously as I struggled to find the right words to say.

“If you don’t have anything to say, I’ll just leave. I don’t have all day, Rosalinda.” Her tone was cold, and she clearly sounded annoyed.

Sofia had never talked to me in that manner before, and that spiked my worries.

“Sofia.” I called softly as I tried to fight back the tears that threatened to roll out.

She raised a brow, as if waiting for me to continue.

“It’s really not what you think it is.” I muttered, my voice low.

“I really don’t know what you are talking about, Rosalinda.” She persisted as she slipped out of the room and shut the door without waiting for a response.

A lot has changed between yesterday and today. She called me by my full name again, for the third time today, which was very unusual. Before today, I couldn’t even remember the last time she called me by my full name. It was always “Rosa.

I didn’t like that.

The sound of my phone ringing jolted me back to reality, and I quickly trudged to my bed to get it.

“What’s up?” I said into the phone as I picked up Ruby’s call, put it on loud speaker, and dropped it back on the bed so that I could dress up while I spoke with her.

“How was the wedding?” She beamed from the other end of the phone, and I let out a sigh.

Before I could even say anything, she continued. “What happened? Why’d you sigh?”

“The wedding didn’t hold.” I told her, and the next thing that filled my ears was an exaggerated gasp before she started asking endless possible questions.

“What? Why? Did the groom not show up? Did the bride run away? Did they find out that you are attracted to the groom and decided to postpone the wedding?”

“That’s not it.” I said and sighed.

“Then what happened?” She pressed on, her voice dripping with curiosity.

“It’s a long story.”

It was indeed a really long story. One I couldn’t tell her about, as she knew nothing about the mafia world. And thank God she didn’t insist on attending the wedding after I told her that she didn’t have to; if not, she would’ve witnessed the most horrifying thing of her life, and I would’ve run the risk of losing my best friend if she found out who my family really were.

“I have all day. Spill.” She pressed on.

“I have to go now. I’ll call you back later.” I quickly gave an excuse, feigning urgency, before ending the call.

Knowing Ruby, I knew that was a temporary escape, as she would ask about it again. But before then, I would’ve come up with what to tell her.

By the time the call ended, I had already finished dressing up, so I made my way out of the room and headed for the kitchen to get breakfast. While walking through the hallway, Papà’s deep voice called my name, and I turned to look at him.

I raised my brow as I wondered why he was rushing towards me.

“Lorenzo forgot this.” He said as he handed me a cell phone. “Take it to him before he leaves. He just left my office, so he should still be outside.”

Reluctantly, I took the phone and gave my shoulders a half-shrug before turning around and making my way outside the house.

I was trying so hard to avoid Lorenzo, but now Papà made me go right to him.

As I pushed the door open, Lorenzo and Antonio, who appeared to be in deep conversation, came to view. They both flicked their gazes towards me as I slipped through the door and trudged towards them.

“Hey, beautiful.” Lorenzo said, a smirk playing at his lips.

I didn’t even have it in me to fake a smile as I handed the phone to him. He was the most annoying man ever. Next to the Daredevil standing beside him, of course.

“Thank you.” He muttered, that annoying smirk still fixed on his lips.

Without uttering a word, I nodded. As I turned to leave, I sighted a man and a woman who had a little boy in her arms walking towards the front door, and I quickly drifted my attention to them, wondering who they were.

The boy was the most beautiful kid I had ever seen, and as my eyes met his, my heart got filled with an unexplainable, intense warmth.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Mommy!” He beamed, his eyes glistering with excitement.