Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 93

Aria’s POV

The room was thick with silence, save for the soft rush of our breaths. The kiss had been a spark–a crackling tension that both calmed and unsettled me. I could feel their hands on me, steadying me, grounding me, but it wasn’t just about the physical contact. It was about something deeper. Something raw. They weren’t just apologizing with words; they were showing me, with every touch, every look, how much they regretted what they had done.

Enzo pulled back slightly, just enough to meet my eyes. There was something soft in his gaze now, an openness that hadn’t been there before Something that made me realize just how deeply they felt the weight of their actions. The weight of their distrust.

“I need to say this, Aria,” Enzo began, his voice low but full of remorse. “We were wrong. All of us.” His fingers traced the line of my jaw, his thumb grazing my skin in a slow, deliberate motion. “Running those checks on you… doubting you like we did. It was a betrayal of trust, and can’t tell you how much I regret it.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity. Matteo stepped closer then, his eyes dark with regret as well. “We didn’t give you the benefit of the doubt,” he said softly. “We should’ve trusted you from the start. But we let our fears take over, and we hurt you in the process.”

My heart tightened in my chest at the honesty in their voices. I wanted to respond, to tell them how much it had stung, how much it had hurt to know they didn’t trust me. But before I could gather my thoughts, Dante moved in, his presence undeniable as he reached for my hand, his fingers brushing against mine in a tender gesture.

“We should’ve been better,” Dante’s voice was hushed, barely above a whisper. “But now we know. We see you, Aria. And we’re sorry. We’ll

never doubt you again.”

There it was. The apology they had needed to give. The one I had wanted to hear, but also the one I had been afraid of receiving. Because it meant that they had truly seen the depth of their mistake. And with that acknowledgment, I felt the walls I had put up start to crumble, just a

little,

I closed my eyes for a moment, taking a breath, letting the words sink in. But when I opened them again, I saw Enzo’s eyes soften with something more–something tender, almost vulnerable. “We don’t want to hurt you anymore,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “I don’t want to doubt you. I don’t want to doubt this.”

His hand was still on my cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth in a rhythm that was almost soothing. I felt the heat of their gazes all around me–Matteo’s hand gently resting on my waist, Dante’s fingers curling around mine, the weight of their presence surrounding me like a blanket, warm and protective.

For a moment, it felt like the world outside had disappeared. Like it was just us, here in this space, trying to make things right. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to forgive them fully, but I knew one thing for certain–I wasn’t alone anymore.

I reached up, placing my hand on Enzo’s chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath my palm. “You hurt me,” I whispered, my voice breaking slightly. “But I can feel you trying to make it right.” I met his gaze again, the softness in his eyes mirroring the ache in my chest. “I can feel that.”

Enzo didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned in again, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that was full of apology, full of vulnerability. It was gentle, tender, as though he was trying to say everything he couldn’t with words. His lips moved slowly, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer.

Matteo’s touch was next–his lips grazing my jaw, soft and teasing, before trailing down my neck. The way he kissed me was different than Enzo’s. There was an urgency in Matteo’s touch, but still, it wasn’t rushed. It was as if he was telling me that he, too, wanted to make amends. He wanted me to feel how sorry he was.

And Dante, ever the steady one, kissed the top of my head, his hands slipping to my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to remind me that he was there–rooted, unwavering.

As their touches deepened, so did the kiss. It wasn’t just about physical need anymore. It was about more. About trust. About understanding. They wanted me to know, with every part of them, that they were here to stay–that this wasn’t just a fleeting apology. This was them opening up to me, finally showing me the depths of their emotions.

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Chapter 93

Enzo’s hand slid to my back, pressing me against him, and I could feel the heat of his body, the way he shuddered a bit lez parte kiss grew more intense, deeper now, but still slow. Matteo’s hands ran up my spine, his lips following the curve of my neck, whic DƠNG fingers traced lazy patterns over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

In that moment, it wasn’t just about the kiss. It was about the way they made me feel–safe, cherished, and desired, it wasn’t jest physic anymore. The rawness of their apology, the way they had opened themselves to me, made this moment feel like something more. Something, beautiful. And when I pulled away for a breath, the look in their eyes–full of tenderness and something else, something deeper told me everything I needed to know.

“I’m here,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m here with you.”

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