Mafia Kings: Massimo: Dark Mafia Romance Series #3

The walk back through the woods was long –

But it felt like a stroll through the park because we were both so happy.

I’d never seen Lucia so enraptured – so completely full of joy.

I was happy, too – but every time I looked at her face, it multiplied the happiness that was already inside me.

There were a few darker, more intrusive thoughts along the way –

Like, What will my brothers say when they find out?

But I dealt with those thoughts pretty easily.

Dario married a girl he kidnapped.

Adriano got engaged to a girl he knew for three days.

I’m a fuckin’ model of tradition next to the two of THEM.

It took about four hours to find a suitable cabin.

I even ended up carrying Lucia in my arms the last two miles because she was so worn out.

I didn’t care. I wasn’t carrying a hundred pounds of food since we’d be going back to town the next day… and she didn’t weigh much more than that.

Plus, she looped her arms around my neck and kissed me repeatedly.

I would have walked a thousand miles with her in my arms just for that.

She also held one of the umbrellas over us, so I got the best of both worlds – her in my arms, and I stayed relatively dry.

Finally we reached a cabin that was both deserted and in pretty good shape. I passed up a couple of others that might have been okay but which were pretty rundown. I didn’t want my new fiancée to have to stay in a dump the first night of our engagement.

The place was actually a palace compared to other places we’d slept.

For one thing, it had electricity – and a small portable heater that could be plugged into the wall to warm up a room. We stripped off our wet clothes, lay them over chairs, and pointed the heater at them.

For another, the cabin had hot running water. We took a luxurious shower together – and ended up having sex.

After five days of trudging through the cold and mud, the combination of sex and hot water at the same time was about the best thing imaginable.

Once we got out and dried off, we put on the second set of clothes I’d purchased in town. We would have gone naked, but the cabin was still cold – the tiny electric heater could only do so much.

Lucia’s new clothes were dry, at least. I only had a dry t-shirt and underwear, which rapidly became damp under my jeans. But it was still luxurious by the standards of what I had become used to over the last few days.

Lucia sighed in contentment as she put on her new, dry clothes.

“This is wonderful,” she sighed.

“It’s about to get more wonderful,” I said as I popped the cork on the bottle of champagne.

She screamed happily as the champagne foamed up and spilled out of the neck of the bottle.

I poured out two glasses – not champagne flutes, but regular drinking glasses – and we toasted each other.

“To my beautiful bride-to-be,” I said.

“To my wonderful husband-to-be,” she grinned.

We sipped the champagne, which was only slightly cool. The only chilling it had done was in my backpack on the walk here –

But it was the best wine I’d ever tasted.

We opened the tins of oysters and lobster and had ourselves a feast, followed by the tiramisu.

Life was absolutely beautiful.

Then it got even more beautiful. We started kissing and were about to head back to the bedroom –

When everything went to shit.