Part 3The Mobster’s Runaway Bride

When I woke up the next day, it was already 10 AM.

Unexpectedly, Dante, who usually left before dawn, was still there, leaning against the bed playing with a camera.

"What are you looking at?"

I leaned over to look.

I saw a photo of me sleeping on his chest, drooling.

I rolled away grumpily.

Dante mocked me:

"Evidence. So you can't deny it later."

He reached out and scooped me back, planting a hard kiss on the corner of my mouth.

This damn refined man, always smelling of expensive cologne.

"By the way, Jenny is coming back tomorrow. Come with me to pick her up."

My heart skipped a beat guiltily.

Usually, Dante and Julian were elusive. It was hard to find a time when both were distracted.

Only when they both went to pick up Jenny could Chloe and I escape smoothly.

I pretended to be calm:

"Oh, tomorrow? But I promised to go to the doctor with a friend."

Dante raised an eyebrow.

Before he could ask, I rattled off:

"Don't worry, it's a girl, a former colleague. She's alone here and doesn't know anyone. Only I can go with her."

Dante was hostile to any male near me, but lenient with female friends.

He thought for a moment:

"Alright. Come home early, stay safe."

"And... the flu is going around. Keep your mask on at the hospital. Don't take it off."

Hmm.

If he didn't constantly remind me I was a pitiful replacement, Dante wasn't a bad guy.