Page 1 of Sinful Wrath

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LUCIA

“Who the hell are you?”I bark as I approach the table my papa and I have permanently reserved on Fridays at the back of Angelo’s. “This table is clearly reserved for Conti.”

The man sitting at the table, who is definitelynotmy father, flicks his eyes up to meet mine, and I suck in a breath.

He’sgorgeous, with rich brown eyes and hair to match. His black shirt is stretched taut over his broad chest, and the sleeves are rolled up to the elbows to reveal his heavily tattooed forearms that are also insanely muscular.

I swallow, forcing my eyes back to his face where I try not to ogle his razor-sharp jaw.

Who the hell is this guy?

“I know.”

My skin prickles at the deep and gravelly voice as his dark eyes flick over my body.

I’m wearing a skintight black dress that has never failed to get me free drinks and a man in my bed at the end of thenight, which is exactly why I chose to wear it to go out after dinner.

“You’re late,” the stranger states.

“Excuse me?” I huff.

I really don’t have time to be messed around. I promised my cousin Elle that I would meet her and some of her college friends atDolceat eleven for the opening night. I’m on the list, and they can’t get in without me.

Being the daughter of a mafia Don has many perks indeed.

“I was told I would be meeting you at nine.”

I roll my eyes, placing a hand on my hip as I stare this fucker down.

“My father knows I’m never on time.”

“I don’t appreciate being kept waiting. It’s disrespectful.” His voice is cold and flat.

I’m starting to get pissed off.

And what does he mean, kept waiting? I’m having dinner with my father, unless he’s decided to set me up on some sort of blind date…

“And I don’t appreciate being blindsided.”

“Take that up with Massimo.” He swirls what looks to be vodka on the rocks around in his glass with a tattooed hand.

I shoot this asshole a glare, but he doesn’t even blink. If anything, he seems bored by the entire interaction.

That’s new…

“You can get me a gin martini,” I demand as I pull my phone out of my clutch and dial my father.

His eyes betray his annoyance, but I only offer him a smirk in return.

I keep my eyes locked on his as I hold the phone to my ear and wait for my father to pick up.

“How’s it going with Mikhail?” my father asks the second he answers my call.

“What doyouthink?”

“Lucia…”