I MARRIED A GANGSTER: [2018 EDITION]

Thirteen

I stiffen in Francesco's arms. We were in an easily compromising situation. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was exactly going on here.

"Giselle, knock more often." Francesco says, peaking around me as the woman named Giselle, "Give us a moment, please."

"Fine, fine." I heard the door close moments later. I turn back to Francesco; my cheeks were blushing scarlet. I was in his lap half naked and someone managed to barge in at the most awkward time, does it get any terrible than that?

I climb off of Francesco's lap and reach down for my dress. I couldn't help but notice Francesco's erection bulging through his jeans. How in the hell was he going to hide that?

Part of me was happy that he was aroused by me, while the other part was worried that this Giselle lady would see. I would die from second-hand embarrassment by itself.

"You, um-" I mutter, trying to find a way to say, 'Hide your mega-boner'.

"I know," Francesco says, adjusting himself, "If I had the slightest clue that my sister would be arriving today, I would've planned this better."

Sister?

Giselle was his sister?

So, Francesco's sister just walked in on our less-than-holy acts of pleasure? Oh my god!

How long had she been in the house?

Did she hear anything?

Francesco must've seen my look of terror, because he grinned at me, "It's perfectly normal for the gamble we about to play. We have to pretend to be newlyweds who can't keep their hands off of each other. It only makes sense for us to be," Francesco scrambles for the rest of his sentence, "For lack of a better word, fucking midday."

I nod my head, nearly forgetting that we were supposed to be acting. I was beginning to wonder if Giuseppe had told his sister a story about how we met, and if so I needed to figure out how not to screw this up.

I wanted Francesco's family to like me. It wasn't often that I look the approval of others, but I want Francesco's family's approval.

But I was already off to a terrible start. They must think I'm some sort of whore already just because they saw me in his lap half naked.

"Oh, God." I sigh.

Francesco stands and frowns at me, "I know you don't want any part of this. I'll try my hardest to make this easy for you."

I don't correct his misinterpretation of my now sour mood, I only nod my head and slip my dress over my head.

After blindly fixing myself, I look up to Francesco who had been staring at me the entire time, "How do I look?" I asked.

The corners of his mouth twist upwards into s grin, "Like an angel in the middle of hell."

I giggle, "What?"

"Nothing," Francesco says while reaching out to grab my hand, "Come on."

Francesco leads us out of the office and I notice him locking the door and checking twice to see if it was truly locked. It was obvious his trust issues were settling in. He didn't even trust his family in his home and that was completely valid.

We walk into the kitchen and I see three beautiful women. One was extremely short and smiling. His hair was cut into an ombré fashion and it was cut to her shoulders.

She had many rings. On and her lips were bright red as she talked excitedly to the woman across from her.

The woman across from her was completely different from her, she had long blonde hair that went to her waist. I could tell it wasn't natural because she had her roots outgrown, yet she also had matching red lipstick.