The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride
My jaw drops as he blinks at me, confused.
“I’m not going to die when I still have to take care of you and our child,” he mutters.
I stare, half in horror, half in disbelief. “You were sleeping?”
He sits up slowly, his bandaged arm resting on the pillow next to him. “Just taking a nap.”
I blink hard, shaking. “People don’t nap like that, Dante!”
He shrugs, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “Well, I do.”
I glare at him through the blur of tears. “And you didn’t think to stop me from blabbing?”
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