YOU'RE MINE: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Carbone Crime Family) Read Free

away inside, ready for a showdown later on.
    And there will be a showdown!
    The way that Sophia stands away from me winds me up even further, none of this is my fault, so I decide to spend my time wisely, riling her up. I can tell from the way that she holds herself that she isn’t very experienced with the opposite sex, so I figure I can probably work her up so much that she gets her dad to call off the wedding, getting me out of it without even having to do anything.
    So I slide along the wall, moving closer to her, really invading her personal space. I can instantly tell that she’s uncomfortable, which encourages me even further. This is going to work, I just know it. In fact, I’m probably a genius!
    “So, it looks like you’re going to be mine,” I say, knowing that will get to her. “What do you think about that?”
    Her face goes through a whole range of expressions before she settles on a steely determination. “I… I…” her nerves come out in her words, completely negating her body language. For a split second, I feel sorry for her. I almost want to call this whole plan off, just because there is a real sweetness to her, but then I remember my dad’s smug face, and the red mist descends over me once more. “I don’t think anything,” she eventually finishes. “This whole thing is stupid.”
    I laugh loudly at her, understanding her frustration exactly, but I can’t start feeling too much of an affinity with her because that will build a bond. I need to keep her separate from me, because she really is the enemy. “Right, of course,” I drawl, running my hand up and down her arm. She jerks herself away from me instantly, proving that I’ve gotten to her, so I move until I’m standing in front of her and I push myself into her, giving her the opportunity to feel a lot of my body. I know that this normally drives girls wild, and I want to do this to Sophia too.
    She’s backed against the wall now, unable to move, and she can’t even look at me.
    “What’s the matter?” I ask huskily, resting my forehead against hers. “Don’t you like your fiancé being this close to you? How the hell are you going to cope with our wedding night?” Her eyes flicker up at me and a small whimper emanates past her lips. She’s absolutely petrified about this, which means I have her exactly where I want her. “We’re going to be expected to make a baby,” I warn her. “Which means we’re going to have to be fucking all the time. Everywhere and anywhere.” I describe it in the worst way possible, wanting to shock her.
    This is the woman my dad wants me to break my ‘one time only’ rule for? Is he fucking mental?
    I stare into her piercing eyes, trying to find something similar to distress there, but instead there is something else, something fiery deep down and I feel myself grow even harder. I have to pull myself backwards a little, hoping desperately that she doesn’t notice, but I can tell that she’s dealing with keeping her own emotions under control.
    This is a damn mess, it hasn’t gone to plan at all!
    Luckily, at that very moment, the door behind me clicks and I can jump away from Sophia as if I’ve been electrocuted without her realizing that I’m uncomfortable.
    “Come on,” Patrick says to Sophia, smiling widely at her, proving that they’ve conducted some kind of crazy plan for us. “It’s time to go.”
    As I watch them walk away, a true feeling of panic sets in. I need to put an end to this, and I need to do it now. I wait as the other men filter from the room, leaving my dad in there alone and I stomp in all guns blazing, ready to confront him.
    “What is this crazy bullshit?” I yell the second I burst through the door. “I can’t marry that girl, she’s the enemy. Are you crazy?”
    “Son,” he replies wearily, as if he’s having to explain something to a child. “Things need to change around here, we cannot go on killing each other in this way. This is the only way