My Boyfriend Pawned Me Off To His Mafia Cousin

I fell into Dante's chest. His arms wrapped around me instantly.

"Oops," I said, looking up at him. Our faces were so close I could feel his breath.

"You're drunk," he said, his voice low and raw.

"No," I said. My hand went to his chest. I felt his heart hammering. "I'm wide awake."

In the moonlight, his eyes were as deep as the ocean.

I saw the hunger there. And something else. Something he was trying to crush.

I stood on my toes. And I kissed him.

Dante went rigid for a second. Then he lost all control.

His hand tangled in my hair. He pulled me hard against him.

The kiss was an invasion. His tongue swept into my mouth, possessive and demanding, devouring what was his.

My back hit the wall. His body was flush against mine. I could feel how hot he was, how hard he was.

"Isabella..." he gasped against my lips, his voice thick and sexy.

My legs went weak. I could barely stand.

This kiss. This all-consuming kiss. It proved it.

His indifference was all an act. A beautiful, flimsy lie.

For the next week, Leo didn't bother us.

Dante and I fell into a strange routine.

It felt... normal. Like this was how it was always supposed to be.

Dante, the feared Don of the city, made me breakfast every morning.

He remembered everything I liked.

Eggs over easy. Cinnamon in my coffee. Toast just golden enough.

At night, we watched movies on the sofa.

His arm would rest around me naturally.

Sometimes he would kiss my forehead.

The touch was so gentle it made my heart race.

We didn't kiss on the lips again.

But the air between us was electric.

Sometimes, I almost forgot this was all a damn game.

A trap set by the man I'd stupidly called my boyfriend.

Until Friday night. The phone rang.

"Leo," Dante said, glancing at me before answering.

"Private yacht party tomorrow. For Scarlett," Leo's voice came through the speaker. "You coming?"

"We'll be there," Dante answered instantly.

He hung up. I looked at him. "Why did you say yes?"

"You're my fiancée, darling," he said, taking my hand. "I want everyone to know it."

What about Leo?

Did he want to see me and Dante together again?

I nodded yes. A part of me was excited. I wanted to see Leo squirm.

The next day, the yacht sailed slowly across the Long Island Sound.

The deck was a fairy tale. Pink and white flowers everywhere.

Scarlett wore a white dress. She looked like a bride-to-be.

"Isabella!" she called out, her voice sickly sweet. "You look great. Life with amnesia must be easy, huh?"

"It is," I smiled faintly. "It's nice to forget your troubles."

Leo walked over. He looked... free.

His hair was longer. He hadn't shaved. His eyes had a wildness I'd never seen before.

"Bella, hi," he said, practically preening. "I've been great. No one breathing down my neck. I can finally do what I want."

"That's wonderful for you," I said, my voice dangerously even. Each word was a tiny shard of glass in my throat.

He thought I was holding him back?

"Yeah," he went on. "Freedom is an amazing thing. Not having to think about anyone else's feelings. Not being tied down."

Every word was a shot at me.

I fought to keep my composure. To keep my eyes from turning red.

"Everyone should live the life they want."

Leo clearly didn't expect me to be so calm.

He frowned. "You're not... angry?"

"Why would I be?" I asked him. "I have my life. You have yours. We both got what we wanted."

"That's right," Scarlett said, linking her arm with Leo's. "Leo's happy now. Happier than before."

"I can tell," I said, smiling at Dante. "We're happy too. Aren't we, darling?"

Dante nodded. His hand rested on my waist. The gesture was natural. Intimate.

Leo's face got uglier and uglier.

A champagne cork popped.

Leo grabbed a microphone and stood in the center of the deck.

"My friends!" he announced. "Today is a special day!"

Everyone went quiet.

"I have something important to announce." Leo looked at Scarlett. Then his eyes shot straight to me. "I'm getting engaged to Scarlett!"

The applause was thunderous. But a weird, awkward feeling hung in the air.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Waiting for my reaction.

Especially Leo's.

He was provoking me.

I clenched my fists.

The pain in my heart turned to pure rage.

If he wanted to get rid of me this badly, if he was this desperate to show off his new girl...

Fine. I'll give him what he wants.

Besides, being the Don's fiancée is a major upgrade. A Queen, not a plaything for some boy on the sidelines.

I broke the silence.

I started clapping first and smiled at Leo. "Congratulations to you both."

He wanted his freedom. Now he has it.

And I hope he lives to regret every second of it.