“Easy, man. I’m just stating the obvious.”
My eyes narrow before I put the safety back on and put it back on the desk.
I’m about to ask him a question about the docks from the previous night when the voice of my sister, Gianna echos the room. My baby sister is tall, taller than most woman her age, well, my wife’s age. Gianna has the same color hair as me, the same as our father. We both have our mother’s dark chocolate eyes. My sister knows that she is the baby of the family and gets whatever she wants.
“Well, isn’t it my favorite older brother and his side kick, Angie.” She says walking into my office smirking and at Angelo who rolls his shoulders back at the sound of the nick name.
I peer up from my screen to see Angelo’s demeanor changed the moment Gianna entered the room. These two fight like cats and dogs, it’s fucking annoying. Her eyes are locked on Angelo, and he doesn’t even look in her direction. I know Gianna has had a crush on my best friend for years, but I know Angelo would never cross that line or betray me like that by giving into temptation. I would bury him.
Sighing, I sit back, cross my arms and ask my sister what she wants, “Gianna, I thought you and Mom were having a girls day today.”
Gianna rolls her eyes that Angelo is ignoring her and answers me. “Yes, we did. But color the both of us surprised that today was the day you got married.” She steps next to my desk, pretending to pick off a piece of lint from her navy-blue pants. “Um, hello I would like to have been there loser, and I’m pretty sure mom would have to. Though she is happy that you found a wife regardless of how.”
I drag a hand down my face because in an ideal world, yes, I would have loved my family to have been there. But I could not risk their safety or have them witness me killing a man, then forcing the bride to marry me.
“Gianna, you know the reasons why,” I say with a lightness in my tone meeting the same eyes of my own. “I’m sure you will meet your new sister-in-law tomorrow if you have not already.”
Her lips pull into a smile. “Oh, I plan on making her my best friend! And I will tell her every embarrassing quality about my big-headed big brother.”
Smiling back at her, I say, “That I have no doubt about that.”
Gianna plays with the ends of dark hair before she flips it over her shoulders. “Okay, well this has been real fun, but not. But tomorrow, I get to meet my new bestie!” She moves closer to me. I stand to hug my sister and kiss the top of her head.
Before she leaves, she spins on her heals to Angelo, who has not moved a single muscle in the chair. “Later, Angie. Maybe tonight you could stop in my room––––––––––”
I cut her off and my voice is firm when I say her name warning. “Gianna.”
She does not respond but heads to leave my office before calling over her shoulder, “Cock blocker.”
I let out a growl before I move to sit down and eye to see if Angelo has moved an inch. He has not.
“I know my sister very well and she will not stop until she gets what she wants.” My voice is stern at my best friend who is dressed like me in all black. His face is clean shaven, giving the good boy look but there is nothing good about Angelo. He’s dark and twisted like me and my sister is too sweet for him. “And I will kill you without a second glance if you ever give in and stab me in the back.” I tell him with my face blank.
“There is nothing you have to worry about, boss,” he responds with no emotion on his face, only a small tick along his jaw.
I nod my head and then ask him to change the subject. “How were the docks last night with the new shipment that came in?”
He goes over every single detail on the new items, the quality and more for most of the evening.
After talking with Angelo, and having spent an hour in my office, I was making an excuse to keep away from my new bride. I drag myself upstairs, to our half of the house, and my heart pound in my chest with anticipation. Usually, I end up falling asleep in my office.
I halt at the door leading into the room, taking a moment before I turn the knob to enter. Once I push open the wooden door, my nostrils are hit with her scent. Fuck me. I close my eyes and breathe it in deeply. Lavender. I feel myself harden again.
I shut the door behind me, locking it, and I step farther inside to see her sleeping. My feet carry me to her side of the bed. She looks so peaceful with her long lashes dancing along her face, her mouth slightly open and breathing. Her long dark hair fans out over the cream pillow, a few strands have fallen to the side of her face. I reach out, my body feeling warm when I brush my fingers against her golden tan skin. I drag them up her cheek, slowly tucking the pieces behind her ear before making hum in her sleep.
My fingers fall, and I walk around the bed to my side, pull open the side table’s drawer to place my gun inside. Turning on my heals, I make my way into my closet to change to get into bed which is a foreign feeling. I shake off my suite jacket, unbuttonmy black dress shirt. The fabric slides off my shoulders and I toss it into the hamper. I kick off my shoes before I unfasten my belt, then I rip it out of its loops of my pants, unzipping and pulling down my legs for me to step out of them. I make my way into the master bathroom to brush my teeth and finish getting ready for bed.
I shut the light off and exit, stopping when I get to the bed. I pull back the covers sliding in and pull them back up over me. She starts to move as I adjust onto my side. She faces me, mouth still slightly open, looking like an angel sent from above to be the light that I need in this dark world I live in. Without thinking, my fingers reach out with the need to feel her skin against my callous tips.
I whisper into the darken room, “No more nightmares, no more hiding, no more,Amuri mui. I will always keep you safe regardless at how mad you will get. Your protection and safety will always be number one. You have no idea the effect you have on me, on my dark soul.” I bend with the urge to feel her lips again. Mine lightly touch soft, plumb ones and I have to fight the urge to maul her.
She lets out a little moan.
I groan and turn to lie on my back. My arm is tucked behind my head, the other lying across my stomach, and my head is tilted to the ceiling as my dick hardens.
She shifts again she moves closer to me. A smile pulls at my lips when she places one arm on my waist. Her leg draps over one of mine, and she whispers, “Enzo.”
After Enzo left me in what he calls our bedroom, I finally found the will to move my feet where they felt they were cemented to the ground. I undo my stained wedding dress, let it pool at my feet and step out of it. For a moment, I stare at the piece of fabric on the floor and let the events of the day flash through my mind like an old picture movie. One moment I’m dreading marrying a man that my father and mother have chosen for me, to the chaos that erupted, and then to marrying another man whom I barely know.
