Free Her Sicilian Arrangement by Hannah-Lee Hitchman

not every woman will fall at your feet and kiss your
toes! At least not this one.” She then glanced down at his groin.
“Men like you act this way to make up for what you truly
lack.”
    Marco’s eyes glistened with delight as he returned her glare
and he licked his lips lightly. “I have to say, I love the sound of
that, mia
tesora. I shall
enjoy every second of my lesson.”

CHAPTER 6

    Marco sat out on the expertly landscaped lawn, beneath one of
the several mini outdoor cabanas, trying to relax on a lounging
chair. It was now two thirty in the afternoon; an ideal time to
have lunch but he had excused himself from the occasion. He had,
however, passed on the torch to Meagan who had more than happily—or
that was how she had seemed—accepted. He had watched her move
gracefully away from him and into the hands of his mother and
sister, swaying her hips and glancing back at him like a swan in
its glide. For some reason, he was beginning to think that she
intended on playing a game that would suck the living breath out of
him. He had not the time and patience to sit on the
sidelines… attesa …waiting
for her to come to her senses and notice just how eager he was for
her. It was simply not in his nature. He knew that it seemed rather
bizarre (or wacky, as she would have said) for him to feel so much
more a woman he barely knew. For the record, it was bizzarro for him too but he had
always known himself to be the type of man who always acted on his
feelings. And the radar on which his feelings voiced pointed
straight in her direction. He wanted her and he had to have her no
matter what he had too. Even if he had to fake their engagement and
bribe her into giving a positive response, then so it had to
be.
    But
what bothered him the most is that his plan did not seem to be
working in his favour. She thought him to be a criminal and there
was absolutely no way, that he saw fit to change her mind. If he
was to have her, he had to at least make her trust him. But how
could he do that when they were in his father’s territory, he who
only served to put him down every opportunity he got, especially
when he had no proof to clear his name. Yes, he was tried by a
court…and yes, he was found not guilty. But that was all because
his prosecutors hadn’t enough evidence to convict him. If they
‘supposedly’ had, he would have probably been facing a life
sentence in prison. Someone was obviously trying to set him up, but
whom? He did not have much close friends as popular as he was. And
those that he knew weren’t who he would have labeled as ‘friends’
of his. He had no matter in drugs…ever! And even though a jury
found him innocent, some people still did not. Including the one
woman who struck his eyes’ path, and who just happened to be a
journalist who hated his guts.
    He
had to find out who was behind dragging his name through the mud
because there was no way he could move on unless he did. His
conscience was crystal clear and he needed to transport that to
Meagan’s—
    “ You
did not mention bringing a signora…” Marco heard the voice coming
from the left of him and he opened his eyes, removing his dark
sunglasses concurrently. He then noticed his brother moving towards
him and then stepped beneath the cabana, taking his own seat. “I’d
have to say, Father and I were surprised…but she is surely
beautiful. But wait—that wasn’t the part that shocked us the most.
It was when Maria introduced her as your fiancée…I almost got a
heart attack in my young days!”
    Marco chuckled and sat upright. “It’s nice to see you too,
Felipe.”
    “ What’s the catch?”
    Marco looked at him narrowly. “What catch?”
    “ We
both know you are not the type of man to settle down and make a
family…it is one of the issues that you and Father disagreed mostly
frequently on. So…what’s the catch?”
    “ What makes you think there is a catch? Meagan and I are in
love…soon.”
    “So,
there is a