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Mafia Boss Was Leaving His Date—Until Triplet Girls Walked In And Said, Our Mom Is Sorry She’s Late. / Chapter 3 / 10

Chapter 3 - Shadows Over the Bakery

The dinner survived its chaotic beginning and turned into something entirely surreal. By nine o'clock, the triplet girls were happily devouring bowls of vanilla gelato laced with hot fudge, courtesy of a terrified maître d' who wouldn't dare deny anything to Adrien Moretti's unexpected guests.

Clara sat across from Adrien, sipping a glass of Chianti with trembling hands. The initial shock had worn off, replaced by a defensive, weary wariness.

"Dante told me you were a reclusive corporate consultant," Clara said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tested him. "He didn't mention the bespoke three-piece suit that costs more than my bakery's monthly rent, or the way the entire waitstaff treats you like an executioner on a day off."

Adrien cut a piece of steak, his movements unhurried. "Dante has a creative imagination when it comes to matchmaking. He thought a corporate title would sound less intimidating than the truth."

"Which is?"

"I manage family assets," Adrien said smoothly. "And security logistics. It's a complicated business."

"You sound like a mobster in a bad movie," Clara muttered, though a faint smile touched the corner of her lips.

"And you sound like a woman who has spent too many nights alone with a ledger and a broken cake tier," Adrien countered softly.

Clara looked away, her gaze drifting toward her daughters, who were now whispering secrets into each other's ears. "They shouldn't have ambushed you. I saw them slip out the side door of the shop while I was scraping frosting off the ceiling. I thought... I thought for sure you would walk out. Men like you don't wait for single mothers with three kids."

"Men like me don't get a choice when three little girls cross a dining room and put me on trial," Adrien replied, his dark eyes holding hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. "Your daughters have exceptional instincts, Clara. They know a good man when they see one. Or, at least, they know how to interrogate one."

For the first time in eleven years, Adrien felt something crack open inside his chest. It terrified him. In his world, care was a weapon. Love was a hostage situation. To let someone in—to let four someones in—was to invite a bullet straight to his soul.

Yet, as he watched Clara laugh softly at something Lily whispered in her ear, he knew he couldn't walk away. Not now. Not ever.

Little did they know, sitting under the warm glow of Ferrante's crystal chandeliers, eyes were watching them from a black SUV parked across the street.

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Inside the vehicle, Viktor Varga lowered his binoculars, a jagged scar stretching across his cheek as he grinned wickedly.

"So," Varga rasped to his lieutenant, Marco. "The ice king of the Moretti family is playing house with a baker and her three little brats. Find out everything about her. Every supplier, every debt, every cousin. If Adrien wants to build a family, we'll show him how quickly a family can be torn apart."

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