The Mafia Devil in My Inbox Chapter 09

The Mafia Devil in My Inbox Chapter 09

“Is it really that good?” 

“It is. Just try it.” 

I picked up a slice loaded with toppings and 

handed it to Dante. 

At first, he looked skeptical. 

But after watching me happily devour my own 

slice, he finally took a bite. 

Then another. 

And another. 

Soon, he was eating just as much as I was. 

We spent the evening drinking beer and sharing 

pizza. 

Dante told me stories from his travels and a few surprisingly amusing incidents from his life. In return, I told him about my childhood. 

Before long, all six bottles of beer were gone. 

My head was spinning, but I raised my hand 

dramatically. 

“Two more beers!” 

“Hannah.” 

Dante’s voice was firm, “You’ve had enough.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do!” 

I pointed accusingly at him. 

Then everything went black. 

Somewhere in my haze, I thought I heard a familiar 

voice. 

“Angel…” A pause, “Are you sure you don’t want me 

taking care of you?” 

The voice sounded gentle. Dangerously gentle. 

Then I felt something soft brush against my 

forehead. 

A kiss. 

Or maybe it was just a dream. 

When I woke up, it was already past nine the next 

morning. 

Today was supposed to be our return flight. 

After showering and packing, I realized something. 

was missing. 

My necklace. 

I searched everywhere and couldn’t find it. 

Finally, I sent Dante a message: “Don DeLorenzo, 

have you seen my necklace?” 

His reply came instantly, “I have it.” 

“Would you like me to bring it over?” 

“No need. I’ll come get it.” 

I knocked on his hotel room door. 

When Dante opened it, I discovered he was in the 

middle of packing as well. 

His luggage was only half–finished. 

More surprisingly…Orlando was there too. 

The moment I stepped inside, I heard him 

complaining. 

His eyes were slightly red with frustration, “Lydia is 

completely unreasonable.” 

Dante sat nearby drinking coffee. He didn’t even 

bother looking up. 

Orlando continued ranting anyway, “My ex sent me 

one message.” 

“One.” 

“She just asked how I’d been doing. And Lydia 

completely lost it. Now she’s demanding I delete 

my ex or she’ll call off the engagement.” 

He threw up his hands dramatically, “My ex and I 

are just friends. Lydia is the one I’m marrying.” 

“Why does she automatically assume the worst 

about me?” 

I stared at him. 

Honestly, he was sounding even worse than I’d 

imagined. 

Dante remained silent. Completely uninterested. 

Eventually Orlando turned to me, “Hannah, you tell 

1. me. Did I do anything wrong?” 

I had originally intended to ignore the 

conversation. 

But the moment he asked, all my frustration 

exploded. 

I pointed directly at him, “Orlando, there is a limit 

to how shameless you can be. I didn’t want to say 

anything before.” 

“But now I have to.” 

Both men looked at me. 

I took a deep breath, then fired the bomb, “I’m 

Smellycat.” 

Silence. 

“The online girlfriend you’ve been dating.” 

Another silence. 

“And do you know why I deleted you?” 

Orlando blinked once. Then twice. 

I didn’t stop. 

“Why were you dating me while you were with 

Lydia? Do you know you turned me into the other woman?” 

“And now you’re fighting with Lydia because of an ex–girlfriend? You’re unbelievable.” 

“You’re such a jerk.” 

Orlando looked completely lost, “What?” 

His expression was genuinely confused, “Hannah, what are you talking about?” 

“When have I ever had an online girlfriend? You 

can’t just make things up.” 

“If Lydia hears this, she’ll skin me alive.” 

I folded my arms, “Oh, so now you’re denying it? 

Not even man enough to admit it?” 

Orlando looked ready to cry, “I genuinely have no 

idea what you’re talking about!” 

I laughed coldly, “Then explain something.” 

“If you’re not Inferno, why do you have the lighter 

and sweater I helped him choose?” 

The moment the words left my mouth, Orlando’s 

eyes widened, then he pointed toward Dante. 

“Him!” 

“I copied Dante!” 

“What?” 

Orlando looked exasperated, “That lighter? Dante 

bought one, so I bought one too.” 

“The sweater?” 

“Dante showed up wearing it first, so I ordered 

one.” 

The room fell silent. 

My soul quietly left my body. 

I stood there. Frozen. Dead. Completely dead. 

Slowly… 

Very slowly… 

I turned my head. 

Dante had already set down his coffee. 

He rose from his chair, taking one step, then 

another. 

The temperature in the room seemed to drop with 

every movement. 

His handsome face was dark with restrained 

anger. 

The familiar calmness was gone. 

For the first time, I understood why people feared the Don of the DeLorenzo family. 

He stopped directly in front of me, close enough 

that I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. 

Those dark eyes locked onto mine. 

Dangerous. Possessive. And more than a little 

offended. 

His voice was low. Far too low. 

“Angel.” 

My heartbeat stopped. 

Dante took another step closer, “If he’s your online 

boyfriend…” 

His gaze darkened. 

“Then who exactly am I?