Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 92

Aria’s POV

I stood there, my hands trembling as I tried to steady my breath. The argument from earlier still echoed in my mind, leaving a heavy weight on my chest. But in that moment, with Enzo standing in front of me, everything felt different–better, almost. He approached slowly, his eyes soft but full of something I couldn’t ignore. There was a calm intensity in the way he moved, like he was giving me the space to feel what I needed to feel, but also reminding me that he was still there.

I hadn’t spoken to the triplets in three days, I needed space. I barely left my room, I hadn’t even seen them except when they came to check.up on me at night when they thought I was sleeping.

Till today, Enzo came to my room.

I met his gaze, feeling the pull between us grow stronger with each passing second. He didn’t speak right away; he didn’t need to. The air around us thickened with unspoken words, and I could tell he was waiting for me to make the next move. I didn’t want to disappoint him, but I didn’t know if I could keep this distance in my heart.

His hand found my shoulder, gentle but firm, and I flinched–not in fear, but in reaction to the heat that seemed to radiate from his touch. I looked up, meeting his eyes again, and he slowly turned me to face him. His hand moved from my shoulder, grazing my arm, sending a warm shiver down my spine.

“You’re still upset,” Enzo murmured, his voice a soft whisper, barely more than a breath between us.

I nodded, unable to form the words I wanted to say. The emotions I had been burying for days were beginning to rise to the surface. But there was something in the way he looked at me–soft, understanding–that made it feel like everything could be okay again.

He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his fingers grazing my skin, and I couldn’t help but feel the heat rush to my cheeks. My heart began to race, and all the space I’d been keeping between us seemed to melt away. He stepped closer, his breath warm against my cheek.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I just want to fix this. I don’t like the distance between us, Aria. I can’t stand it.”

My chest tightened at his words. I didn’t realize how much I had missed them, how much I needed them until right then. But my mind was still tangled in confusion, torn between wanting to trust them and feeling hurt by everything that had happened.

I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, Enzo’s lips were on mine.

It was soft at first, a slow, gentle press, like he was testing the waters. But the second his lips met mine, a spark ignited in me, and I couldn’t hold back. My hands found their way to his chest, and he pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist. I could feel the heat from his body, the firm press of him against me, and I wanted more, needed more.

The kiss deepened, and my pulse quickened. His hand moved to my back, pulling me even closer, while mine slid up to his neck, my fingers threading through his hair. The kiss was urgent now, raw with emotion, and I could feel the pull between us intensify with every passing second. He tasted like mint and something else, something that was entirely him.

I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I was here with him, and for the first time in days, I felt something other than pain. I felt alive.

Just as I was about to lose myself in the moment, the door to the living room creaked open, and I heard the sound of for away from Enzo in a panic. But it was too late Matteo and Dante were standing there, grinning from ear to ear, shoppin flowers, and chocolates hanging from their arms.

1. s. I froze, pulling in their hands,

My face turned crimson as I tried to step back, but Enzo’s hand found my wrist, gently keeping me in place. Matteo and Dante’s smiles widened as they looked at us, clearly amused by what they had walked in on.

“Well, well,” Matteo teased, his voice full of mischief. “Having fun without us, huh?”

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and I glanced between the two of them. Dante raised an eyebrow, and the smirk on his face told me

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Chapter 92

he was enjoying every second of this. But even though they were teasing, there was something else in their eyes–genuine understanding. maybe even a hint of regret. It was clear they were sorry for the way things had gone down earlier,

“You two okay?” Dante asked, his voice softer now, less playful, as he glanced at Enzo.

Enzo didn’t answer right away. He just gave me a small smile and then looked back at his brothers, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and understanding. He pulled me a little closer, as if to say that he wasn’t letting go, no matter what.

“We’re fine,” Enzo said quietly, his tone more serious now. “But, yeah… maybe a little too much fun, huh?” he added, the playful smile returning to his lips.

Matteo laughed, shaking his head as he stepped forward, placing the bags on the counter. “Guess we’ll have to join in next time,” he teased, winking at me.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little despite myself. The tension from earlier had lightened, but my heart was still racing.

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