Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Alia POV

“Carlo, someone’s paying for this meal, so sit down and join me. Sabrina was getting a bit hungry.

The Vittorio family had no precedent for assistants dining at the same table as their masters, and Carlo dared not break this tradition. He remained standing: Miss, please enjoy your meal. I’ll eat something separately later.”

Miss my foot. When I tell you to sit down and eat with me, you obey.” Sabrina picked up her chopsticks and began eating, talking between bites. “Besides, there’s so much good food here, I can’t finish it all myself. It would be wasteful not to eat it.”

Carlo reminded her again: “If the young master saw you behaving like this, you’d be sent for family etiquette lessons again.”

Sabrina nearly choked on Carlo’s words. Yes, the Vittorio family had its rules, but they weren’t at the Vittorio estate now–did she really need to adhere strictly to those rules?

Her dark eyes darted around before she threatened: “If you mention the Vittorio family rules to me one more time, I’ll have you sent to Africa.”

Seeing that Carlo had finally shut up, Sabrina smugly enjoyed her delicious meal, savoring every fragrant bite.

No matter how powerful the Godfather was, he couldn’t control her forever. And besides, he was about to have a swarm of women heading his way.

“Wait, Gabriel just mentioned the Godfather is married? How do I not know about this? That’s hilarious! If he actually had a woman, it would be like the sun rising from the west!”

It had been some time since Cortez Tech signed any new business, and an unprecedented gloom hung over the office. Everyone was distracted, their futures uncertain–who could focus on work?

With Berti absent from the office, the entire business department was in disarray, with hardly anyone working diligently.

Antonio was on the phone, apparently having found a girlfriend. His sickeningly sweet words of ‘miss you” and “love you‘ were incessant, giving me goosebumps as I overheard.

Tina and Jessica sat together scrolling through Twitter, discussing loudly as they browsed, seemingly forgetting it was work hours.

“So the Black Hawk Godfather is this handsome? Though his features are too stern–he looks more like a soldier than a businessman.”

“The Godfather is handsome, but compared to our Mr. Vittorio, he falls a bit short. But don’t you think all men with the Vittorio name are good–looking?”

“The Godfather looks upright, but according to Twitter, he’s particularly fond of women in private. Compared to our Mr. Vittorio’s standard of being faithful only to his wife, the two men are worlds apart.”

Tina and Jessica discussed openly, each sharing their opinions about these two men, completely unaware that the Godfather” in the picture wasn’t the real Godfather at all–it was a mischievous prank orchestrated by Sabrina.

Since the Godfather arrived in Portano City, daily news large and small had been about him. Even without actively following, I’d heard plenty about him.

For instance, his early success, his decisive business acumen as a commercial emperor, and rumors of his womanizing–supposedly changing women like clothes, never wearing the same one twice…

Honestly, such a lofty, unreachable figure naturally had nothing to do with an ordinary intern like me.

Yet, whenever I saw news about the Godfather, I couldn’t help but recall many past events–wasn’t Gabriel once just as brilliant and commanding?

But what was the outcome? Even now, thinking of those days fills me with bitterness.

Power, money, status, fame… I’m an ordinary person who doesn’t seek these things. Now, I only want to live quietly with Marco–just the two of us,

peacefully, for a lifetime.

Thinking of Marco, my lips involuntarily curved into a sweet smile.

Though both are men, compared to the legend of the Godfather bedding seven women in one night, my Marco is truly a model of a good man. As long 25 Marco isn’t traveling for work, he’s with me almost every night…

To be honest, I can feel Marco’s desire every night. We’ve been intimate many times during this period, but Marco is like an engine each time, I’m the one who surrenders first, begging for mercy.

In the quiet of the night, we share a bed, lying side by side. Even Marco’s shallow breathing remains exceptionally clear in my memory…

Occasional collisions and friction, whether intentional or not, always produce those scattered sparks that flicker and flare in the darkness of night.

Though Marco appeared suddenly in my life, everything feels so real, adding vibrant colors to my previously dull existence…

Perhaps this is just a dream?

Marco. Thinking of Gabriel, I couldn’t help but softly repeat his name.

Tongue pressing forward, lips slightly parted–these two simple syllables, so concise and brief, yet they always give me immense confidence.

Buzz-

As if responding to my call, the phone on my desk suddenly vibrated, startling me so that my hand on the mouse trembled, instantly bringing me back to reality.

This was work time–what was I thinking?

I picked up my phone with embarrassment, and indeed, it was Marco calling. Answering, I heard his sexy, pleasant voice: “Alia, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, nothing. My heart raced, trying to hide something.

“Oh?”

The deep bass of that single syllable was most intimidating, making my heart skip a beat.

I felt inexplicably bashful, my cheeks flushing red, yet I pretended to be calm and asked: “Marco, has something happened?”

“Mrs. Vittorio, it’s time for lunch, the man on the other end said calmly. His tone was even, but I could hear the slight smile in his plain words.

He called me Mrs. Vittorio.

So formal, yet so informal.

I couldn’t help but smile, my clear eyes brightening, my tone becoming cheerful: “Mr. Vittorio, at your command.”

After I spoke, there was silence on the other end.

I suddenly felt anxious, thinking I had said something wrong. Just as I was about to explain, that deep, sexy voice came through the phone again.

“I’m not busy right now. Would you like me to join you?”

He said, with a kind of care and caution in his voice that I had never felt before.

He was waiting for my answer.

He hoped I would agree.

That’s what I thought..

1 suddenly wanted to run to his side without caring about others gazes, and announce loudly-

Marco is my husband, and I am Mrs. Vittorio!