Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 38

Got It Here’s your

Aria’s POV

The tension is suffocating as the final cards are revealed.

My heart pounds against my ribs, my fingers gripping the edges of my hand so tightly my knuckles ache. I try to keep my expression neutral, but I can feel the weight of their gazes, assessing, waiting

1 flip my cards over.

A straight.

damn good one.

Matteo’s gaze flicks down to the table, then back to me. His lips part slightly before curving into a slow, dark smirk.

“Looks like you got lucky, gattina.”

I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

I won.

But the way they’re looking at me, like I just did something dangerous, makes my stomach tighten.

Matteo leans back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. The movement pulls his shirt up just enough to expose

a sliver of hard, tanned abs, and my eyes betray me before I can stop them.

I want to touch them.

He notices.

The smirk deepens. “Enjoying the view?”

Heat creeps up my neck. “No, I wasn’t looking at anything.”

-Dante chuckles, low and amused, while Enzo tilts his head, watching me like I’m something new, something unexpected.

My pulse kicks up another notch.

They’re looking at me differently now,

Like they see me.

Like they want to devour me.

This is just like the car ride. Same looks, same energy. Same tension.

I shake my head, snapping out of whatever this is.

Chapter 38

The rules are simple. I won, so I get to ask one of them anything.

I should keep it light.

Something harmless.

But that’s not what I do.

I glance at Enzo, the hardest to read of the three, the one whan challenges me at every turn.

“What’s something you don’t want me to know?”

Enzo’s jaw tenses, his fingers tapping against the table in a slow, deliberate rhythm, but his eyes–those stormy gray eyes -hold mine with something darker than amusement. A challenge. A warning.

My breath hitches, my body caught between the weight of his stare and the heat curling low in my stomach.

ate shifts beside me, his voice dropping to a murmur near my ear, “Bold question, gattina,” His breath is warm aglinst my skin, his tone edged with something that makes my pulse stutter..

Dante’s smirk is slow, knowing. “Careful, Aria. Keep pushing, and you might just get more than you bargained for.”

The air thickens, charged with an unspoken energy that sends a slow shiver down my spine. Enzo’s gaze flicks between his brothers before settling back on me, unreadable yet intense.

Then, instead of answering, he reaches out, his fingers grazing my wrist–slow, deliberate, a barely–there touch that still manages to set my skin on fire. My breath falters.

“You really want to know?” His voice is deceptively calm, but the way he holds me there–like he’s daring me to back down -makes my stomach tighten.

I should have looked away. Should have pulled back.

But I didn’t.

Enzo’s lips twitch h into something wicked.

“You think you’re ready for that answer, Button?”

1 ignore the way my stomach flutters at the nickname, “Try me.”

He leans forward slowly, resting his elbows on his thighs, his gaze locking onto mine.

“I don’t hold back when I want something.”

I know what he’s referring to.

My breath catches.

I should look away. I should. But I don’t.

Enzo’s gaze dips, slow and deliberate, dragging down my throat, over my chest, lingering just long enough to make me feel

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Chapter 38

1. it. His smirk is dark, knowing.

“You sure you’re ready for a game you might not win?”

I force myself to hold his gaze. “Maybe I already am.”

Matteo makes a low sound of amusement. “Careful, gattina. You have no idea what you’re inviting.”

Dante’s eyes flick between us, his lips pressing together like he’s holding back a laugh. “This is getting interesting.”

The game is over, hat none of us move.

Something crackles between us, heavy and charged.

Dante tills his head. “So, now that we know you like taking risks…” His voice drops just a notch. “What else should we know about you?”

row my eyes. “That I don’t scare easily.”

I narrow my

Matteo’s fingers drag along the table, slow and idle. “We’ll see about that.”

I swallow.

His voice is too smooth, too controlled. And the way he’s looking at me–like he’s already thought of a hundred ways to make me squirm–is not helping.

Then he does something I don’t expect.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing over the inside of my wrist.

A barely–there touch. Light. Teasing.

It sends a shiver up my spine.

“You’re warm,” he murmurs.

I pull my hand back instinctively, but Enzo’s fingers catch my other wrist, stopping me.

My pulse spikes.

“What’s the rush?” Enzo muses, his grip firm but not unkind. His thumb strokes over my my reaction like he’s memorizing it.

my skin, test

testing, teasing, watching

Dante leans in slightly, not touching, but close enough that I feel the heat of him at my side. “It’s funny,” he murmurs. “You act tough, but I think you like being cornered.”

My breath hitches,

They’re too close.

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