Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 347

ARIELLA

Asher immediately tensed,

“Shh,” he whispered quickly, pulling me away from the door. “I don’t want my son to realise I was listening in on his conversation with you. He won’t stop teasing me about it if he finds out.”

I laughed out loud, then, from the look on his face, immediately clamped up.

“I don’t think he would even know you were doing something wrong,” I whispered, trying hard not to laugh.

“How do you feel?” I added.

He smiled and pulled me closer.

“Well, for starters, I am not a weakling like your son, so I’m perfectly fine.”

“Do not call my son a weakling.” I immediately snapped.

“Our son,” he corrected.

“Oh really? Didn't you just call him my son downstairs just now?” I added.

“Yes,” he said shamelessly. “Because I was teaching him a lesson. It felt so good to remind him who I am.”

I looked at him, making sure my face showed exactly how unimpressed I was.

He raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Maybe I got a little carried away. But it felt really nice to teach the little guy that I’m the man in command.”

He puffed his chest slightly.

“I’m the father and the leader of this house. He’s going to have to learn one way or another.”

I shook my head at his declaration. As if anyone forgot he was the leader of both the family and the famiglia.

“He can’t walk. You’re going to have to go in there and carry him downstairs.”

“He can walk,” Asher said confidently.

“He apparently can’t.”

“Well,” Asher shrugged, “let’s leave him up here. Go downstairs, have breakfast, and see if he can crawl his way there.”

I looked at him again. The look in my eyes clearly said I was not impressed. Before I could start arguing about his idea of leadership, he said.

"You still remember that don't you? Or do I have to remind you again?"

I lightly slapped his chest. He caught my wrist and pulled me closer to him. Then he gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and just… held me there.

My hands moved to his back almost without my noticing, and before I knew it, we were swaying.

There was no music.

No reason to dance.

But slowly, softly, we were softly swaying back and forth, staring into each other's eyes. I couldn’t help smiling And of course, he smiled back. He pulled me even closer with his hands on my waist and was about to kiss me.

But then a small voice broke the moment.

“Mommy! Mommy! I’m hungry!” Leon.

Asher raised an eyebrow at me.

“You see why the little rascal needs to learn some manners?”

“You can’t possibly.....”

Before I could finish my sentence, his head lowered and he kissed me, effectively shutting me up and everything I had been about to say. His lips lingered just long enough to steal the words from my mouth.

When he finally pulled back, I stared at him, half annoyed and half amused.

“You did that on purpose,” I said.

He looked completely unapologetic.

“Absolutely. I come first.”

Before I could respond, Leon’s voice came again, louder this time.

“Mommy! I’m starving!”

Asher sighed dramatically.

“You see? No patience. No discipline.”

“He’s six,” I reminded him.

“Six is the perfect age to start learning discipline.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“By starving him?”

“He’ll survive five more minutes,” he said as he tried to pull me back to him.

“Go get your son.”

“Our son,” he corrected automatically.

I gestured toward the door with both hands.

“Go.”

He smirked but turned and opened Leon’s bedroom door. Leon was still sitting on the bed, looking like a tiny exhausted king waiting to be carried away.

Asher leaned against the doorframe.

“So,” he said casually. “I hear you’re planning revenge.”

Leon’s eyes widened.

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