Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Atia’s POV

By the time I stepped inside the house, I was completely drained. Every muscle in my body ached from the long day, and my arms felt like they were made of lead. My legs wobbled slightly with each step, and I could already imagine how sore I’d be tomorrow. All I wanted was to collapse onto my bed and sleep for a hundred years.

But of course, that wasn’t going to happen.

The second I walked in, I saw them.

Enzo was leaning against the staircase, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp blue eyes locked onto me with an expression I couldn’t quite place. Matteo was standing near the couch, his gaze dark and assessing, while Dante–well, Dante just looked unimpressed, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched me like I was some misbehaving child who needed to be scolded.

I swallowed hard. “Uh… hey?”

Enzo pushed off the staircase and was in front of me in seconds.. His hands came up, brushing my hair away from my face as his eyes roamed over me, scanning for something–injuries, maybe? Weakness? I wasn’t sure.

“You overworked yourself,” he murmured, his voice soft but laced with something firm, something unyielding.

“I–I started to protest, but Matteo was already there, grabbing my wrist gently and lifting it, inspecting the faint dirt stains on my skin like they were evidence of my crimes.

“I’m fine,” I muttered. “Really.”

Dante scoffed. “You can barely stand.”

And of course, that was the exact moment my knees wobbled slightly.

Before I could even process what was happening, strong arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me off my feet as if I weighed nothing.

“Dante!” I squeaked, squirming in his hold. “Put me down!”

“No.”

I groaned, flailing weakly, but he didn’t budge. Matteo and Enzo just smirked at me, completely unbothered, and I realized there was absolutely no way I was getting out of this.

Dante carried me upstairs effortlessly, his grip firm but gentle, and when we reached the bathroom, he finally set me down–only for Matteo to grab my shoulders and guide me toward the bathtub that was already being filled with warm, steaming water.

Oh.

Oh, no.

I took a step back, hands raised in defense. “Nope. Absolutely not. I can bathe myself.”

Matteo arched a brow, clearly unimpressed. “You can barely keep your eyes open.”

Enzo, who was kneeling by the tub, reached a hand into the water, testing the temperature before turning his head to me with a knowing look. “Get in, princess.”

Dante just leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, looking like he was already enjoying this way too much,

scowled. “You guys are ridiculous.”

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“And you’re exhausted,” Enzo countered smoothly. “So, are you going to be good and get in, or do we have to put you in ourselves?

The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, my face heating up. “Fine. But turn around.”

To my surprise, they actually did.

1 quickly stripped out of my dirty clothes and slid into the bath, sighing the second the hot water surrounded me. The heat seeped into my sore muscles, melting away the tension, and for the first time all day, I actually felt like I could breathe.

I leaned my head back, letting my eyes flutter shut. Maybe this wasn’t so bad-

Then I felt hands in my hair.

My eyes snapped open just as Dante’s fingers massaged shampoo into my scalp, his movements slow and methodical. Matteo knelt beside the tub, rolling up his sleeves as he grabbed a cloth, dipping it into the water before running it gently over my arms, my shoulders.

I stiffened. “I thought-”

“You thought we were just going to stand here and do nothing?” Enzo smirked, dipping his fingers into the water and tracing soft patterns against my thigh. “That’s cute.”

My face burned. “I-”

“Relax,” Matteo murmured, his voice softer now. “Let us take care of you.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

So, I let them.

Dante’s fingers in my hair were hypnotizing, his touch gentle as he worked the shampoo through my strands, massaging my scalp in slow, careful circles. Matteo’s hands were warm as he ran the cloth over my skin, making sure every inch of me was clean, and Enzo-

Enzo was just watching me, his expression unreadable as he traced his fingers up and down my thigh, his touch light, teasing.

By the time they were finished, I felt like I was floating.

Dante wrapped me in a soft, oversized towel, rubbing my arms to warm me up, and Matteo disappeared into the closet. When he came back, he was holding

My eyes widened. “No.”

Enzo smirked. “Yes.”

“That is not pajamas,” I said, glaring at the lacy lingerie set in Matteo’s hands.

Matteo shrugged. “It is now.”

Dante just grinned. “You’ll look good in it.”

“I’ll look ridiculous,” I muttered, crossing my arms.

Enzo tilted his head. “And?”

I groaned, knowing I wasn’t going to win this argument. “Fine. But if I freeze to death, I’m haunting all of you.”

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