Page 40 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
Enzo looked at her, and it was on the tip of his tongue to lie, but he knew she deserved to know the truth.
“Your family is the cost.”
“My family?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Harper looked at him, and seconds passed, and he saw the tears in her eyes. There was a battle going on between right and wrong.
“He doesn’t love you, Harper. He was more than happy to hurt you. He doesn’t deserve your pity.” He wiped away her tears. There was still a bruise on her face from her last fatherly visit.
Enzo knew he had to do this. It would appease the rest of the mafia. Her place in his life would always be questioned, but most would not even dare act on it.
Harper cupped his face and pressed her head against his forehead.
“I love you and I’ll see you when you get home.”
Enzo tilted her head back and kissed her on the lips. “Don’t be wearing this when I get back.” He flicked the collar of her waitress uniform and then waited for her to climb out of the car. Harper did so, slowly, tentatively, and she made her way to their front door, turned toward him, and held her hand up in a wave. She even smiled at him, and Enzo waited for her to close the door, then pulled out of the driveway and went to complete the job he needed to do.
Harper was his, and there was no way he was ever going to let her go.
If all he needed to do was remove her family, that was the job he was willing to do.
