Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: "Nazario"

Meanwhile, at the vehicle, another argument had already erupted between the Sartori Don and the Marchetti heir.

"You call that driving?" Caio complained, irritation plain on his face. "You should’ve taken the first highway. We would’ve gotten here faster."

"And get stuck in traffic?" Jordan shot back without missing a beat. "Don’t talk like you know Marchetti District better than I do."

Caught squarely between them, Aren was easily the longest-suffering person in the conversation.

She had listened to this exact argument for the entire drive — a relentless debate over routes, intersections, and shortcuts — and by the time they reached the estate, her head felt ready to split.

’Please... no more road arguments with the two of them in one car.’

’I regret everything.’

A tiny, exhausted sigh escaped her before she looked from one man to the other.

"Please," she pleaded softly. "Can we just go inside? I don’t want to make Ricci wait."

Caio’s attention shifted to her at once, blue eyes narrowing.

"Who the hell is Ricci?"

"He’s the head technician in the main workshop," Aren explained. "He mentioned he had a lot of prototypes he wanted me to test after last week."

"Hmph."

Caio finally let out a long breath, relieved it wasn’t some heir he’d never heard of.

Stepping closer, he slid one hand behind her head, fingers disappearing into her hair as he gently drew her toward him.

Then, without taking his eyes off Jordan for even a second, he pressed a lingering kiss directly to her forehead.

Heat instantly flooded Aren’s cheeks.

Every trace of warmth vanished from Jordan’s face.

A smirk lifted at the corner of Caio’s mouth.

"Let’s go inside," he murmured, watching with immense satisfaction as Jordan’s face darkened another shade. "We’ll wrap this up quickly and head home."

Embarrassment crashed over Aren in waves. She made no move to pull away, only murmuring shyly,

"...Okay"

Across from them, Jordan’s hands curled into tight fists at his sides.

’This goddamn bastard.’

Refusing to let Caio enjoy the moment any longer, Jordan strode forward and deliberately placed a hand on Aren’s shoulder, pulling her attention away from the kiss.

"Come," he said. "Let’s not keep Ricci waiting. We’ve still got our bread session afterward, don’t we?"

At the mere mention of bread, every lingering trace of embarrassment disappeared from Aren’s face, replaced by a radiant smile that seemed to brighten the entire courtyard.

"Yes!" she said, voice bright with excitement. "The bread session! I’ve been looking forward to it all week!"

Even Biscuit perked up in her arms, letting out an eager bark before stretching both tiny paws toward Jordan.

Jordan chuckled.

’My greatest ally.’

He reached out instinctively, and Biscuit climbed into his arms without the slightest hesitation.

"Let’s finish everything quickly and go make dough," Jordan said. "Looks like Biscuit’s excited too."

Aren watched as Biscuit settled comfortably against Jordan’s chest with a contented little huff. The sight drew such a warm smile from her that she slipped entirely free of Caio’s embrace and hurried ahead beside Jordan.

"Come, Don Caio!" she called over her shoulder. "I want to show you the workshop!"

Yet before she’d even finished speaking, her attention had already wandered back to Biscuit in Jordan’s arms.

Left standing on the pavement, Caio became utterly motionless.

’...This goddamn punk.’

His expression hardened as he watched Jordan and Aren stroll away together, chatting and smiling while Biscuit lounged happily between them.

From behind, they looked uncannily like a young couple taking their dog for an afternoon walk.

Without taking his eyes off Jordan’s retreating back, Caio lifted a single hand in silent summons.

Leo understood immediately.

He had been riding in one of the convoy vehicles behind them, supposedly enjoying one of the rare days off his Don had granted the entire district.

Instead, he’d been summoned back to work because Caio Sartori had abruptly decided to accompany Aren to the Marchetti compound under the perfectly reasonable excuse of negotiating a weapons restocking order — one that could have just as easily waited until tomorrow.

Closing the car door with his usual composure, Leo approached.

"Yes, Boss?"

"Find Eduardo," Caio said calmly, though his gaze continued firing bullets into Jordan’s back. "Tell him we’re here regarding the restocking order."

His eyes narrowed.

"Now, I’ve got a more important matter to deal with."

Leo wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

’Called it the moment we left the estate.’

"It’ll be taken care of, Boss."

Caio gave a single nod before setting off toward the main building in long, purposeful strides, quickly catching up to Aren and Jordan.

Unfortunately for the pair, they never actually reached the front steps.

They had barely crossed half the courtyard when a loud, familiar voice rang across the training grounds.

"Hey! Jordan! Lombardi girl!"

’That must be Nazario Marchetti,’ Aren concluded quickly.

’Oscar is like the younger brother I never had.’

’But Nazario...,’ her gaze sharpened.’Nazario seems truly dangerous.’

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