Bound To Him (Blurred Lines #1) Read Online Belle Aurora

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Blurred Lines Series by Belle Aurora
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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“Sandro,” sighed Ettore, clearly not finding the jest funny.

“What? Oh, come on. It was a joke,” Sandro returned. “Lighten up, Tor.”

Ettore ignored him and instead made introductions. “Vittoria, you may remember my groomsmen. The smiling idiot is Sandro.”

He offered me his hand and I took it cautiously. We shook briefly.

“In the middle is Santino.”

“Tino,” he amended, also offering me his hand. He held it a mere moment, but we didn’t shake.

Ettore ended on, “And this is my brother, Daniele.”

Uh oh. His brother. No wonder he looked like he wanted to sink his teeth into my throat and tear me to pieces.

Daniele did not offer his hand or a hello. He just stood there, glared at me like I was nothing more than a nuisance. A fly circling his head and he wanted to slap me away as hard as possible.

Ettore then turned towards the kitchen where Nunzio was tasting something from a large pot. “You’ve met my pops. The woman cutting bread is Emilia.”

“That’s my wife,” Sandro piped in happily.

Ettore went on, “You’ll remember my sister Giada from the reception.” Oh. The sweet, smiling woman was another sibling. At least one of them was rooting for me. “Sammy, Giada’s husband, is… I don’t see him, but he’s here somewhere.”

Giada threw in. “He’ll be up in a minute. He’s in the cellar slicing the prosciutto.”

“And their daughter, my niece, Nikki is,” Ettore looked around. “Where’s Nikki?”

Giada made a thoughtful sound, but averted her gaze when she carefully explained, “We thought it best she didn’t come today. She flew out this morning.”

Ettore’s brow furrowed as he pulled out a chair for me and helped me sit. “Why?”

Everyone else took their seats as Giada fluttered about the subject. “Well, after what happened yesterday,” I could tell she was trying to be diplomatic when she said, “she was a little… mad.”

From behind us came a much more forward explanation, “She went around to the uncles looking for a gun.” The tall, sturdy man placed a platter of thinly sliced prosciutto and provolone cheese onto the table, wiped his hand on his pants then took my own without asking and pumped it once. “How are ya? I’m Sammy.”

“Hi,” was my polite reply.

Ettore’s brows rose in surprise. “She went looking for a gun?”

Well, great. Now I had a target on my head.

I don’t know what possessed me, but with the children safely seated in the next room, I couldn’t seem to help myself from clearing my throat and muttering, “Well, if she still needs one, tell her I know a guy.”

And, Gods of Hell, the silence that followed my very bad joke was brutal.

My neck burned, my cheeks flamed, and then I was just about to apologize when Nunzio Scala began to chuckle. Sandro followed close behind. Then Sammy and Tino joined in. Giada didn’t laugh, but her eyes did. And soon, the entire table – apart from Daniele – was laughing.

Fighting the urge to throw up, I made eye contact with Ettore and mouthed, “I’m sorry.”

He looked at me for a long moment in confusion, as if he couldn’t figure me out. And then, to my shock, I watched as his eyes softened and his lip twitched. I guess my apology was accepted because he reached across the table, picked up a bottle of red wine and poured a little into my empty glass.

Daniele spoke over the rim of his wine glass. “Slow down, Tor. Is she even old enough to drink?”

The statement hung in the air. It was meant to embarrass us both. But Ettore didn’t appear embarrassed when he stopped pouring and replied easily, “Only just.”

Daniele was clearly annoyed his shot missed its target. I kept a discreet eye of him and from the way he was looking at me, it was obvious that he and I would have beef until the day one of us was dead in the cold ground. So, I suppose I was stunned when Giada took my plate with a smile, but was stopped by Daniele.

“Here,” he said. “Let me.”

The deed drew Ettore’s attention too, and when he sat up at full height, alert and ready for action, I found myself tensing by his side. Daniele took his time, loading up my plate with pasta, roasted meat and salads. When there was no more room on the plate, he rounded the table, but instead of handing it to me, he kept going. My spine straightened and I knew it was going to be bad when he passed the table, keeping his glacial eyes on me. I felt Ettore’s body twist, his gaze following every step his brother took.

Meanwhile, I didn’t dare.

My heartbeat quickened.

The conversation at the table stopped and then, Daniele had the attention of everyone in the room. Without a moment’s hesitation, he opened the sliding door, lifted the plate and tossed it into the backyard. It landed with a crash that startled me. Seeming all too pleased with himself, Daniele slunk back around the table, took his seat, looked me dead in the eye and uttered frostily, “Dogs don’t eat in the house.”



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