Scarlett
Climbing down the stairs, I hear some noises from Mason office.
Like some argument.
Sneakily, I tiptoe there and see the door half open, with Dion and Dominic up and arms crossed. Mason must be behind the desk.
If they catch me I'll simply say it's pregnancy hormones.
"I won't do it. I asked her to marry me not because of this, I asked because I genuinely love her." Mason voice reaches my ears.
My heart melts at what my fiance said, and even more curiosity creeps on my veins knowing that they're talking about me.
"We know that man, but you're putting her life at risk." Dion says.
"Listen, if she doesn't want to get married in a month we won't. I told her we would when she was ready, and comfortable with it. And that's how it will be."
I love this man so much.
"We understand it son, but think cautiously about it." I notice the look Dominic gives as if saying that I'm pregnant now and more precautions have to be taken.
"And you think I don't know it, goddammit! We'll double the security, and I'll have Scarlett closer to me. I'll talk to her about a personal guard, but she'll probably refuse it. No one knows her address, and she has as much training I have." He growls at both men who nod.
Jesus... he's mad, mad.
I quietly scurry away when Dion looks at the door.
God, that was close.
They're probably talking about how I'm a target.
My curious ass had to want to attend that gala. Now I put his whole Mafia under more pressure.
The idea of a personal guard doesn't amaze me, but I'll say yes just to worry Mason less.
He does so much for me already.
And I'm pregnant, it's not just me that I need to think about.
Entering the kitchen, I narrow my eyes at Sophia back.
She's on her phone and I can see a smile on her lips. Quietly approaching her, I lean on her ear.
"Who's the guy?"
She shrieks, jumping, and making me laugh.
"God Scarlett... fuck you." She breathes out with her hand on her chest, I calm myself leaning on the kitchen island.
"Sorry." I grin. "Who's the lucky man? If you don't mind my question."
She shakes her head, smiling. "I don't, but it's recent. So I don't want to talk a lot, you know?"
"Sure, I get it. But if he makes you happy then awesome." She hugs me, briefly. "Thank you."
I nod, patting her back.
My phone rings and taking it from my back pocket I see Wes name on it.
"Hello?"
"You have to come to the restaurant, now." His tone is rushed and urgent, making me frown while leaving the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" I whisper quietly.
"FBI."
No.
"What? Why?"
"I don't know they asked for you."
Me? God damn.
"What name they used?" I bite my nail hoping they didn't used Scarlett.
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Romance¦ mafia ¦ "I couldn't give you shit Mason, I was a fucking mess, I would end up ruining us both!" I yell, looking up at his black eyes, my chest raising up and down. "I don't care! I-" He interrupts himself, his tongue on the side of his cheek as...
