Her Mafia Prince ✔️

Chapter 38 - Let Fate Take Care Of The Rest

⚠️ Warning - this chapter contains strong mention of a miscarriage. Please don't read if it triggers you. ⚠️

~ Gabriella's POV ~

"Who the hell is that?" I couldn't help but laugh at Matteo's pissed off tone, enjoying the sound of his morning voice as he cursed under his breath.

"I have no idea." I finally opened my eyes, looking around our dark bedroom as I listened to the banging on the front door. When I closed my eyes again, Matteo finally let out a sigh and got out of bed, putting his boxers back on before I heard his footsteps walking around the room.

"Put this on." I let out a yelp when I felt something being thrown at me, and I opened my eyes, sitting up to look at him. Matteo walked out as I looked at his black T-shirt that he'd thrown at me before I rolled my eyes and dropped back down on the bed tiredly.

Eventually I managed to gather enough energy to get out of bed and slip his T-shirt on after putting my underwear on from the night before. I would have had fresh clothes upstairs if Matteo had just brought my bags upstairs before he focused all his attention and energy on trying to stop me from being able to walk straight this morning.

Once I tamed my sex hair, I brushed my teeth before going downstairs to find out who was banging on the door. I fully intended to take a shower as soon as I was able to but unfortunately I didn't have time since I could hear Matteo shouting from downstairs.

"Matteo?" As I descended down the stairs, I frowned when I saw Matteo glaring at Jordan and Adrian.

"Oh, Gabby! Good, you're here." Jordan turned to face me with a wide smile, coming over to the bottom of the stairs.

"Firstly, congratulations! I'm so excited this is going to be the wedding of the century! And secondly, you really need to clean up. You couldn't be more obvious about what you did with Matteo last night if you tried."

Adrian and Matteo let out a laugh at her words while an intense blush rose on my cheeks.

Was there really a need to call me out like that though?

"Why are you guys here?" Walking past her, I made my way over to Matteo who was still watching me in amusement. My blush only intensified, if that was even possible, when he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind before kissing my cheek. It wouldn't have been so bad if Jordan and Adrian weren't watching us in amusement. Or mostly me.

"We're here to plan your wedding of course."

"I'm here because she forced me to be- ow! What the hell?" Adrian rubbed his arm where Jordan just slapped him, while she just gave him a pointed glare and he let out an annoyed sigh.

"We're here to plan your stupid wedding." I couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped my lips when he said this with a glare on his face, causing Jordan to smile smugly next to him.

"You both need to take a shower first because I can almost smell the sex radiating off you."

How is this woman okay with being so blunt?

"Jordan." I narrowed my eyes at her, shaking my head as I tried to control the blush which didn't seem to be disappearing any time soon.

"Go on. But take a shower separately please we don't have all day." She pointed to the stairs while Matteo and Adrian just laughed, especially when I rushed upstairs, trying my best to get away from her before she could embarrass me any further.

If you thought she was kidding about being at our house to plan our wedding, she wasn't. She really, really wasn't.

As soon as I came downstairs in my clean clothes, she dragged me into the living room. Much to my surprise my sister and my mom were also there, showing just how much thought Jordan had put into this whole thing.