Guarding The Bratty Mafia Heiress

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osed to survive on a ranch? W

cheeks, her lips trembling slightly ag

you too," I mutter, though my voi

ripping my shoulders. "Again, listen

" I say, even though listening to a

, Dante, is loading into the trunk. "That is one million dollars in cas

Cooper replies, his vo

hter," Papà warns, his gaze

I hear is that is my pawn, who needs to sur

them. "Everything

ns to me. "Ten bags? There won't be p

"What if I need different clothes for different wea

"Vittoria, please. T

st, glaring at her. "I'm ge

. "Why the hell is it so hot?" I wave my hands frantically

itman into thinking you're still in Italy, buying us time," he s

you seriously suggesting

n keep complaining, or you can

Are you sure you love dick? Because I'm s

that way. And even if I did, you're

ause Cooper is ruggedly handsome, the kind of

sarcasm drip like venom. "Let me guess, dumb twi

ave being dominated in bed," he answers

y voice steady, though my pulse jumps.

s, like it's the most natural thing in the world. "Don't get any ideas, thou

. Fck, that sounds hot. Too bad he is

have traumatized. I'm sure most of them

itching like he is trying not to smile. "I usually ha

. One taste of Cooper's irresistible daddy vibe,

g a laugh that comes out more jealous than amused. "The

ere is your passport," he

ching it out of the air. "And I swear,

s, a hint of amusement in his

n!" I spit, opening the booklet. See

yly, driving to the private airport. "Your c

rough pages of fabricated documents.

you are," he says. "Memorize everyt

ssure or anyth

before Cooper speaks again. "Your fath

Italian." I reply, unable to keep the pride out of my voi

t might come in handy. Ho

all feel real because it isn't ours. I'm no long

at the stairs. "Mr. Hayes? We're re

per says, then turns to m

correct him bitterly a

a tight smile approaches. "Can I get you

" I say aut

" Cooper interrupts, g

my new reality crushing down on me.

rees, settling into t