The Mafia Heir’s Runaway Mistress Chapter 06

The Mafia Heir’s Runaway Mistress Chapter 06

Lorenzo’s POV

“Sienna’s never been one to stay in her lane.”

“And now things are blowing up online. You sure you want to leave the country at a time like this?”

“Not worried something might happen to that little girlfriend of yours?”

Matty asked over the phone.

“I’ve got business to take care of. Watch her for me for a couple of weeks,” I said, flicking ash off my cigarette, casual as ever.

“I saw Sienna yesterday. Still as fiery as always.”

“She wants me back, but won’t swallow her pride. It doesn’t work that way.”

Matty’s tone turned sly. “And how exactly do you expect me to watch her?”

“Should I have Elena come stay at my place? Two whole weeks?”

“Wasn’t the whole point of wanting a child to force Sienna back into a marriage alliance with you?”

“Now that you’ve gotten what you wanted, why don’t you just give me the little girlfriend?”

“I’ve never had a sweet, innocent one like that before.”

“Go ahead.” I agreed without missing a beat, lazy and flippant.

“If you want her, ask her yourself. See how far you get.”

Matty laughed and cursed at me.

“Lucky bastard. A girl that devoted, and she’s all yours.”

Then he paused. “So what’s the actual plan here?”

“You really want the kid, or are you just using it to make Sienna cave?”

A smile tugged at my lips.

“We’ll see about the baby. First, let’s see how Sienna plays this.”

Matty teased. “Everything you say comes back to Sienna.”

“Aren’t you worried your little girlfriend might get hurt?”

“Or that she’ll wise up one day and leave you for someone else?”

“She won’t.” The words left my mouth effortlessly.

“I’m the one who gets bored and moves on. Nobody walks away from me.”

“Besides, Elena still dreamed of earning an Oscar nomination. Why would she leave?”

I leaned back comfortably, completely certain of myself.

“Her acting’s terrible.”

“Even if Sienna kicks up ten times more of a fuss, Elena’s not going anywhere.”

I wasn’t saying that without reason.

Her acting wasn’t the only thing she was bad at.

Back then, the way she looked at me gave everything away. She couldn’t hide them at all.

Sometimes a simple kiss was enough to make her neck flush pink.

She’d get so nervous she couldn’t even open her eyes.

Then there was the time she got drunk.

She’d been lying against my chest, tracing circles with her finger while mumbling something under her breath.

I leaned down to hear her.

That’s when I caught it—soft, full of trust, completely unguarded.

“I like you so much, Lorenzo.”

I’d been drunk myself that night.

Too drunk to fully process the words.

The strange flutter in my chest afterward, I blamed on the alcohol.

Once the surprise faded, amusement took its place.

God, she so naive.

That was the first time anyone had ever confessed to me so sincerely.

I was born into a mafia family.

Our family wasn’t exactly united.

Power struggles and backstabbing were part of daily life.

And I’d inherited the face that most resembled my father’s.

I grew up surrounded by naked ambition. Everyone had an angle.

Even my mother. She hadn’t loved me. She raised me for one reason—to bleed my father dry.

I learned early that every act of kindness came with a price.

Just like the girls who threw themselves at me.

Their mouths whispered sweet words.

Their eyes stayed fixed on the limited-edition handbags in display windows.

Then I met Sienna—the woman who’d rather die than marry into my family.

For the first time, I found someone interesting.

She was the first person who refused to cater to me.

As for Elena—keeping her around was just my way of getting under Sienna’s skin. I wanted to see if she really didn’t care.

A proper mistress knew her place. She wasn’t supposed to develop real feelings for her benefactor.

But with Elena… somehow, it never bothered me.

Being loved so completely. Being admired. Being depended upon.

It wasn’t unpleasant.

In fact, it was addictive.

Love is a blade heaven places in the hands of the beloved.

You can use it to protect. Or you can drive it straight through their heart.

The moment you know for sure someone loves you, you have the right to toy with that love.

To watch them lay their soul bare. Offer you everything.

Elena was the first girlfriend I’d ever publicly claimed.

So naturally, I assumed she would revolve around me forever.

I expected Sienna’s return to leave her anxious, unsteady.

I expected her to love me until it hurt.

Until it broke her. To lose sleep over me. Shed tears over me. For me.

Just thinking about it sent a thrill through me.

I could hardly wait to see the look on Elena’s face after I chose Sienna.

The pain. The heartbreak. The look of someone completely, utterly shattered.

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Elena’s POV

The procedure went smoothly.

Over in the blink of an eye—you close your eyes, and then you open them, and it’s done.

Outside the hospital window, autumn wind carried crimson maple leaves through the air.

I stared at them for a while before unconsciously resting a hand against my stomach.

I had looked forward to this child, once.

I’d even clumsily tried to learn how to knit a sweater—never did finish it.

Now there was no need.

All that uncertainty, all that hope, all that anxiety about becoming a mother—gone, just like that.

Sienna came to see me. Still as high and mighty as ever.

“Next month is my engagement party with Lorenzo.”

“If you’re not over him, Miss West, you’re welcome to stay and make a scene.”

“That won’t be necessary.” My voice came out soft.

To say I loved him deeply would have been an exaggeration.

At twenty-three, I was just chasing something new.

Someone nothing like the people I’d known my whole life.

Besides, I’d already gained more from those five years than I ever expected.

There was nothing worth fighting over.

Just then, a message popped up on Signal. Lorenzo.

[Why are you in the hospital?]

I didn’t even blink.

[Caught a cold.]

Not that he’d ever bothered to ask where I lived in Boston.

A new social media account. A SIM card in the trash.

Once I left, he would never be able to find me again.