Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Then-

A throat cleared.

I jumped back like I’d been caught stealing. My pulse roared in my ears as I turned to find Enzo leaning lazily against the doorway, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing at his lips.

Dante stood beside him, his expression unreadable, but his gaze was dark.

“Well, well,” Enzo drawled, tapping a finger against his chin. “Looks like someone’s been busy.”

Matteo didn’t even look embarrassed. He just let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. “She needed convincing.”

Dante stepped forward, his gaze locking onto mine. “And did it work?”

I opened my mouth–then closed it.

Because I wasn’t sure.

All I knew was that I was falling. And there was no stopping it now.

I stood there, caught between three gazes that made my heart feel like it was waging a war against my ribs. My lips still burned from Matteo’s kiss, my mind still spinning, but now Enzo and Dante were watching me like they were waiting for something–like they were daring me to figure out what came next. I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore, except that my body reacted before my brain could keep up. I took a shaky step back, but I didn’t get far. Enzo moved first, his smirk widening as he reached out, his fingers brushing against my wrist, sending sparks dancing up my arm. “You’re not running this time,” he murmured, and there was something in his voice–something knowing, something dangerous. Dante was silent, his dark eyes unreadable, but I could feel the weight of his gaze pressing into me, like he was peeling back my thoughts and reading everything I was too scared to say. Matteo was still close, his warmth lingering, his expression unreadable. And me? I was standing in the middle of something I didn’t understand, something I wasn’t sure I could handle. Because every time I looked at them–at the three of them–I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind howling around me, the ground crumbling beneath my feet. And the scariest part? I wasn’t sure if I wanted to step back or fall.

Enzo’s smirk softened just a little as he pulled out a chair and patted the seat. “Come on, little star. Sit.” His voice had that teasing lilt, but there was something gentler underneath it. Something real.

I hesitated, my pulse still racing, my body caught somewhere between fight and flight. Matteo was watching me closely, his jaw tight, like he was still trying to make sense of everything. Dante, quiet and steady, just nodded toward the chair. “Breathe, Aria.”

And maybe it was that—his voice,

Steady like an anchor–that made me finally move. My legs still felt shaky as I sank into the chair, my hands gripping the edge of the table. I wasn’t sure what I expected next. More teasing? More intensity? But instead, Enzo grabbed my hand, his thumb tracing slow circles over my skin. Matteo sat beside me, his warmth settling against my side, while Dante moved to stand behind me, his fingers brushing the back of my neck in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

“We know this is a lot,” Matteo said, his voice quieter now. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now.

Enzo squeezed my hand lightly. “But we’re not going anywhere, little star. That’s one thing you can count on.

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