Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: "I Love You Too"

The answer struck Jordan harder than he could ever have imagined.

A rush of happiness surged through him so suddenly and so powerfully that he shot to his feet without thinking.

Both hands came up to cup Aren’s face, and before she could understand what he intended, he leaned down and kissed her.

Aren’s eyes widened in surprise.

For a moment, the entire world seemed to freeze around them.

She could feel the warmth of his lips against hers, the pressure gentle rather than demanding, yet there was something unexpectedly weighty in the gesture.

It felt as though the simple kiss carried far more emotion than its softness suggested, as though Jordan had poured into it everything he had kept restrained inside himself for so long.

When he finally drew back enough to look into her eyes, his expression was filled with a sincerity that startled her.

"Ariana," he said quietly, holding her face between his hands. "There’s something I wanted to tell you much earlier, but I couldn’t."

He leaned in and kissed her once more, softer this time, before the words escaped him in a whisper.

"...I love you too."

The warehouse almost lost its roof.

A wild round of applause and cheers erupted from every direction, particularly from the Marchetti soldiers, who had apparently been waiting for nothing more than confirmation that their Young Boss had finally received Aren’s approval.

Their voices thundered through the hall, loud enough to seem as though they might shake the doors from their hinges.

Aren, however, barely heard any of it.

She continued staring at Jordan, her eyes wide as her mind struggled to process what he had just said.

’He... loves me too?’

A deep blush spread rapidly across her face. Her thoughts seized up entirely, leaving her standing there in stunned silence while the celebration continued around her.

’Wait...’

’I’m glad that he loves me too...’

’...but what does that have to do with kissing?’

’Or the bet?’

’Does loving someone, kissing someone, and dating someone all have something to do with each other?’

The questions came too quickly for her to sort through them. She desperately wanted to ask Jordan directly, but the fear of asking the wrong question was stronger.

If she revealed how unfamiliar she was with the customs of this world, she would inevitably expose far more than she wanted anyone to know.

So she simply stood there, cheeks burning, and decided to postpone the problem.

’I’ll have to ask Don Caio about this later.’

Meanwhile, another person had been rendered completely motionless by what he had just witnessed, although his stunned silence carried considerably more murderous energy.

Caio Sartori sat rigidly in his seat, staring down at the scene below.

He had certainly not missed Jordan’s grand romantic gesture. More importantly, he had also not missed the kiss.

His hands tightened into fists so fiercely that his knuckles turned pale, and for several seconds he looked as though he were considering punching through whatever happened to be nearest.

’This punk is definitely asking me to kill him.’

The thought had barely formed before Caio abruptly rose from his seat, fully intending to storm down to the ring and put an immediate end to what he had just witnessed.

But as he turned, movement caught his attention from his right.

Natalia Porto had also risen from her seat at the far corner of the gallery. Caio glanced toward her and instantly noticed one of her hands slipping calmly into the purse she carried.

The moment Natalia withdrew her hand, Caio’s eyes widened.

There was a pistol in it.

For one brief second, confusion overwhelmed him before turning into outright panic as Natalia raised the weapon in one smooth motion and aimed it toward the ring below.

"NO!"

Caio’s shout ripped across the gallery as he lunged toward her.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP!"

Deeper in the gallery, every man immediately turned away from the celebration and polite exchanges.

Eduardo turned.

Gian turned.

Giovanni turned.

Their expressions changed instantly when they saw the pistol in her hand.

’I’ve gotta kill this bitch at all costs.’

BANG!

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