POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter thirty two

Annetta's POV

Sophisticated.

Something I search for when I'm shopping, I never fail to disappoint myself. And for the first time today, I was not disappointed of a choice that was not mine. My hair was curled and draped to one side, laminating under the light. I painted my face subtly but finished with a red lipstick.

Sumptuous.

It's a must because I wasn't going to be walking around looking cheap. I'm worthy, I know my worth. I have the ability, I have the money and now that I'm a Mafia's wife, I should have the money. My hands glide over the sumptuous material, it was silky, my favourite, the texture felt like money. Thousands worth of Fabio's pocket. But I did not mind, he is my husband after all.

Exquisite.

So beautiful, yes that. Mesmerised, I trail my eyes over the dark emerald green dress that fitted my body like a glove, my curves were sculpted, shaped, held, and my breasts were nicely figured. Half of my cleavage was on display but I liked it because it made me feel like a women. I felt sexy, I looked sexy. My shoulders were bare, the dress was an off the shoulder dress, wrapping my body. The dark colour captivates me, only making me realise how beautiful emerald green actually was. A simple silver necklace tied around my neck was the last touch up, I look beautiful.

Disruption.

My lips purse and my brows knitted together when the sound of a knock on the door resonates across the room, interrupting my fascination. My face scrunched up with annoyance and displeasure as I turn to the door and open it, meeting Leo who was dressed neatly in a tux.

"Ciao Signora." He greets, scanning his eyes over my body while a small smirk curled his lips. he was definitely impressed.

"Cut the formalities Leo and stop looking at me like that." I say, holding back a smirk but it only curves my lips. "Where is everybody? Should we get going now?"

"Sì, we should. Meet me in the foyer in five minutes, the vehicle is ready to leave." He chuckles, a smile takes over his lips and he shakes his head, walking away.

After using that five minutes to my advantage, I head to the ground floor, dreading to see the devils face again. Those five minutes was not enough for me to prepare mentally yet, I used each minute and second to convince myself that Fabio is a cocksucker and a bastard. I sigh, an unsettling feeling wraps around my heart as I think about today, that it could all go wrong but if it does, then it does. Mario crossed my mind and I wondered if he was alive or not? Probably not, but who gives a shit? I reach the bottom of the stairs and scrutinise the foyer, and soon enough, I was engulfed with confusion.

I was greeted with Leo again but this time, he was joined with a couple of more men dressed in black suits. They seemed like bodyguards, the ones from the movies. I scoff and blink at them before I summon Leo who was speaking to Dante.

"Leo?" I ask, summoning both his and Dante's attention. Leo inclined with a small nod and then walks towards the opposite direction of me, while Dante saunters to me. "Dante? What is going on?"

"What do you mean?" He asks, "If you're ready, you should get going."

"Me? Alone? Where is Fabio?"

"He is not going to join you, Leo will."

As I contemplate, I study Dante. For some reason, I sensed something I could not quite touch up on. I tear my focus away from Dante and begin to wander my eyes and as I did, it caught him, lurking in the corner. He sat on the grand dining table, drinking. Day fucking drinking as it seemed like he did not acknowledge me at all. I blink at him, turning my body toward him but when I could not attain his attention, I return my suspicious glance back at Dante, who watched me.