Page 19 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
There was no way he was letting her go, and he was not getting married to anyone else.
“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it,” Enzo said.
“I’m going to have to quit.”
“Harper, you don’t have to quit. We’re having fun here, and right now, that is all it has to be. We don’t have to worry about anything else.” He looked toward her. If he had to, he would lock her in her freaking bedroom, if it made her see sense. He was not giving her up. Harper was too damn good not to have her.
They were worlds apart, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t make this work. Marcus Villa said he had big plans for him, well, he was owed a favor or two. Seeing as he was the one who voiced his doubts about Isabella, but he still went through with it, and he kept secret the fact she wasn’t a virgin and just how evil she was.
Marcus was aware of what Isabella had done, but they had kept it under wraps, claiming it was a gas leak within the home. It was to help save Marcus from embarrassment, and himself getting pity from everyone. He still got pity, but it was considered a natural disaster rather than his wife going off on a rampage to get what she wanted.
He didn’t regret killing her. He refused to provide a gravestone for her. Marcus dealt with all those details. There were gravestones for his parents, his in-laws, and his children, which he visited when he could.
Harper was the only good thing to have happened to him in the last two years. She didn’t even know the happiness she had given him, each time she passed all his tests. She was not a thief, or a liar, or a cheat. Also, he had watched her dance as she did her job.
The cameras that were placed around his home, which she wasn’t aware of, gave him so much insight into the life of his workers, and Harper had shone brighter than any.
Staring at her as she took a piece of peach and struggled to eat it as the juice dribbled through her fingers, he knew she was a special woman. A rare kind of woman. She was the kind you kept close.
“They’re so ripe,” she said.
Just as she was so ripe, and so beautiful.
“Okay, so we’re not going to talk about how compatible we are, but can we at least have an agreement that when you become engaged to be married, I can leave?” she asked.
“You’d be happy to leave me so quickly?”
“I don’t intend to fall in love with you, and I doubt you’re going to love me.”
Enzo stared at her. “And love is important to you?”
“Yes, it is. I want to be in love someday, and I want to fall in love, have lots of babies, grow old, and spend endless Christmases and birthdays curled up with him.” She took a deep breath. “But in your world, I’m a cleaner, and you don’t go for someone like me.”
“So, we’re making an agreement not to fall in love?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“What agreement do you want to make?”
“I don’t know if this is necessarily an agreement about anything. It’s just so we’re on the same page, and I have never done this before. I don’t know what protocols there are, or if you need me to sign anything,” she said. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
He smiled at her. “So, how about you and I have some fun, and all the outside stuff, we’ll deal with when we come to it? Do you think you can do that?”
Harper nodded and he loved the little tilt to her lips. “Yeah, I do. I like that one better than my own.” She let out a little giggle. “Consider it done.”
He winked at her, and she took a piece of orange and placed it in her mouth. Enzo didn’t know what it was about her, but she lit up his whole world. For the first time in his life, she made him smile, and he didn’t want to ever let that go. He wanted to capture that within his hands and treasure it.
“The fruit is good,” she said.
He chuckled. “You like the fruit?”
“You chopped it up really well.”
It was all he was able to do, because he didn’t cook. He only ever made coffee or cut up fruit.
“If you want anything substantial, you’re going to have to cook it.”
