The Mafia Devil in My Inbox Chapter 10

The Mafia Devil in My Inbox Chapter 10

I stared at him, completely flustered. 

“You… really are…?” 

“You’re not messing with me, right? Because I genuinely can’t tell what’s going on anymore…” 

Without a word, Dante held up his phone. 

On the screen was our chat history. At the bottom 

sat a familiar red exclamation mark. 

The one I’d caused when I blocked him. 

It was the chat between me and Inferno. 

Orlando instantly stopped being upset. Instead, he 

looked like someone who had just stumbled into 

the world’s greatest gossip. 

He practically bounced in place, “Wait, wait, wait! 

So you thought I was your online boyfriend?” 

“And then you dumped me because you found out 

I had a fiancée?” 

He burst out laughing, “No wonder Dante was 

miserable for days.” 

“I need to tell Lydia about this immediately!” 

“Get out!” 

Dante and I shouted at the same time, “You 

copycat!” 

Orlando wisely retreated. 

My brain still couldn’t process everything. 

There were too many unanswered questions. 

I folded my arms and glared at Dante, “Fine. Then 

what about the lighter?” 

Dante looked almost aggrieved, “I kept it in my 

coat pocket. I even sent you a picture that day.” 

He opened his photo gallery and showed me. 

Sure enough, in the photo he’d sent, there was a clear outline of a lighter inside his pocket. 

I stared at it. Speechless. 

“What about the sweater?” 

“You weren’t wearing it when I saw you.” 

“I was. It was underneath my suit jacket.” 

I thought back carefully. And he was right. 

That day, Dante had been wearing an oatmeal–colored turtleneck beneath his suit. 

The logo had simply been hidden, that’s why I hadn’t recognized it. 

“What about the documents with our family crest 

on them?” 

Dante sighed, “Orlando was discussing the 

investment with me.” 

“He submitted your company’s materials inside 

official Riccardi family folders.” 

Everything suddenly made sense. 

I groaned and covered my face, “So I’ve been accusing an innocent man this entire time.” 

Then another thought struck me. 

I immediately looked up, “Wait.” 

“If you recognized me, why didn’t you tell me?” 

Dante looked genuinely distressed. 

He pointed toward my necklace, “I recognized you 

the moment I saw you.” 

“The necklace. I remembered it immediately.” 

His voice softened, “But I was afraid. Afraid you’d 

hate me.” 

“So I didn’t dare tell you.” 

“Instead, I tried to create opportunities for you to 

get to know the real me.” 

As he spoke, countless memories flashed through 

my mind. 

Dante calling me Angel. 

Dante taking me to the restaurant I’d always 

wanted to visit. 

Dante ordering all my favorite dishes. 

Dante asking me how someone could clear up a 

misunderstanding. 

Me telling him to spend more time with the person 

and let them see who he really was. 

Dante taking me to New Smyrna Beach. 

The signs had been there all along, I just hadn’t 

seen them. 

I punched his chest lightly, “So the dress code… 

You just wanted to see me wear that blue dress 

you picked out?” 

I narrowed my eyes, “And if I never figured it out, 

were you planning to keep quiet forever?” 

Dante let out a helpless sigh, “No, I just wanted to 

wait for the right moment.” 

Then he looked at me. 

His eyes were slightly red. Vulnerable in a way I’d 

never seen before. 

“So…” A hesitant smile appeared on his face, 

“Does this mean I still get to keep sexting you?” 

Heat immediately rushed to my cheeks, “Maybe.” 

That answer seemed good enough for him. 

The next thing I knew, he pulled me into his arms 

and kissed me. 

All the confusion, frustration, and longing of the 

past months seemed to disappear in that 

moment. 

Then a realization hit me. 

I immediately pushed him away, “Wait.” 

“You’re the Mafia King. The great Don DeLorenzo.” 

“And you seriously let me call you Helldog this 

entire time?” 

Dante looked completely unbothered, “What’s 

wrong with that?” 

A grin tugged at his lips, “I like hearing you call me 

Helldog.” 

The next day, I woke up in Dante’s arms. 

Sunlight streamed through the curtains. My 

fingers absentmindedly traced the scar along his 

side. 

The same scar I’d seen in those photos months 

ago. 

Dante opened his eyes and smiled, “Morning, 

Angel.” 

“Morning.” 

My voice was hoarse from sleep. 

A mischievous look appeared in his eyes, “You remember all those things you used to say 

online?” 

I immediately felt a sense of dread. 

Unfortunately, my memory chose that exact moment to cooperate. 

Back when he was still Inferno, we’d spent countless nights teasing each other through 

messages. 

At the time, it had all felt like harmless flirting. 

Now, remembering any of it was enough to make me want to disappear. 

Dante clearly enjoyed my embarrassment, “Remember now?” 

My ears burned, “I was joking. None of that 

counted.” 

His laughter filled the room, “Sure.” 

I buried my face in a pillow. 

After everything that had happened, there was 

only one thought left in my mind. 

Apparently, my taste in men was ridiculously 

good.