Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts.
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It was early morning, and the sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon. The golden light shone right into my eyes, waking me up from my nap on our private beach.
Costa was renting a secure villa on a secluded beach where we had total privacy. We'd been here for a week already and I was still nowhere near ready to leave.
I stretched out on the lounge chair, the gentle sound of the waves lapping at the shore the perfect sound to wake up to.
I don't think I'd ever been so relaxed.
Costa had a phone call from Rocco during the night which woke us both up. While Costa took the call outside, I couldn't fall back to sleep. So, I decided to come and rest outside to get some fresh air.
I woke up at the perfect time to watch the sunrise.
Costa also stayed up, but he was attending to some work calls instead of resting. But, he promised he would join me as soon as he was done.
True to his word, I saw him approaching a few minutes later. His tall, dominant frame appeared as a silhouette against the bright morning light. As he got closer, I saw the tray in his hands, carrying two plates of breakfast, some fresh tropical fruits, pastries and drinks.
"Breakfast is served, principessa." He announced with a proud smile that made my heart flutter.
Ever since we'd been in Mauritius, he made every effort to make me feel cared for and pampered. Unless I actually wanted to, I didn't have to lift a finger.
The funny thing was, he hired a lot of staff to work in the villa while we stayed there. But he was proud of himself whenever he served me food as if he was the one who cooked it.
I sat up, making room for him to put the tray down while he sat down on the lounge chair next to mine. We began to eat, sharing bites of juicy pineapple and mango and flaky croissants.
"Is everything okay? You've been busy all morning." It had been at least two hours since we woke up - maybe around 5am.
"Sì." He nodded, swallowing his food. "I'll tell you about it later."
Deciding to give him a break from work, I steered the conversation in a different direction. We ended up talking about everything and nothing - sometimes enjoying the peaceful quiet as we watched the sunrise.
"Really?" I tilted my head, thinking about what he just said.
"Yeah. Come on." Costa scoffed. "It's so fucking obvious. I should have seen it coming."
"But, why wouldn't he just tell you? He's your brother. If he was in a relationship, he wouldn't need to keep it from you."
"If there's anything to know about Tristano, it's that he can be very reserved about his personal shit." Costa explained, sipping on his coffee. "The fucker loves getting involved in other people's shit, but he doesn't share his own."
