“What did you mean when you said you thought someone was watching you earlier?” I keep my voice soft.
Her body tenses for a moment before she takes in a deep breath. “I’m sure it was nothing, Enzo.” My hand slides up her delicate naked body, stopping at her cheek. I drag my knuckles across and make her move slightly to tip her head to look at me. I raise an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to tell me. “Well.” She pauses for a moment. “I had this feeling that someone was watching me. Not the feeling I get when I know you are watching me.” Her cheeks redden when she thinks of the many times I have watched her, but little does she know I have been watching her for longer than she knows. “It’s the same feeling that I had when I went shopping with Gianna when my chest felt tight, and I couldn’t breathe. And when you took me out on a date.” The anger inside me starts to boil, coursing through my veins demanding to be released. Her eyes start to water, and she blinks back the tears that want to fall. “Right before the gunfire and you being shot at. Something seemed off, and I had that sense of being watched.” One tear escapes, and my thumb wipesit away. “Enzo, I fear that me being around you and your family is the reason why you were hurt. Maybe I’m being punished for something? Maybe because I said yes to marrying you after Ian being–––––”
“Look at me when I say this.” She shifts a little so her blue irises to meet my gaze. “This is not your fault with Ian’s death. That was on him, and what his family is a part of and what it brings to our city. It had to be done, and I don’t regret a single moment putting a bullet in him.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “I do regret that you had to witness it and be a part of the chaos of that day. You were beautiful. You looked like an angel in your dress standing at the altar. You were just standing next to the wrong man.” A few more tears escape her eyes. “The moment that I met you, I saw the spark in your eye that dared for someone to unlock the cage you have been confined to by your family.”
Her gaze casts down, looking at our bodies intertwined. “How did you convince my father to pull out of the deal with the Di Marcos?”
I never thought I would have to explain any of this to her or be a topic of conversation. Part of me is yelling to lie to her and make up some bullshit reasoning over how I convinced Costa to agree to my marriage proposal over Di Marco. But hearing the uncertainty in her voice breaks something in me. “I told your father some information that I thought he needed to know, and how it would affect you.”
Her blue eyes snap to me and widen. “What do you mean?”
My hand on her back glides down, stopping right about her round ass, gripping it hard. “What I mean is that I knew that I wanted you to be my wife, and I was willing to do anything to make that official. If that meant bringing in evidence that would work in my favor to get what I wanted, then you bet your beautiful fucking ass I did.”
My cock hardens inside her again.
“I watched you that night, Isabella. I watched how you plastered a fake smile on your face and stand next to man who did not deserve to be. No one cared to pay any attention, but I did. I watched every muscle movement you made.” My hands move to her hips. “The nervousness etched on your face and how scared you looked was enough for me to take what I had to your father.”
She pushes herself up off my chest with my blood smeared on her chest, her hair a mess, and her makeup smeared all over her face. Fuck me she looks fucking beautiful like this. I made her like this.
“So, you thought it would be better for me to marry you? Marry a man, again, who I did not know, and who is more lethal than Ian Di Marco?”
I start to thrust inside her tight cunt making a moan escape her lips.
“That’s right, baby. And I will be your only husband. Because I’m the one,” thrust, “who knows how to make you come,” thrust, “who will know every single curve, mark, and indent on your beautiful body.” I slip enough out, with just leaving the tip hovering the outside of her pussy and begging for more before I slam into her, making her scream. “You will be my demise as you are etched on my heart, body and soul, Isabella.Amuri mui,forever.”
“Costa is in the foyer demanding to speak with you.” Angelo comes into my office making my eyes snap from my laptop.
“What does he want?” My voice tight and irritable.
Angelo tucks one of his hands into his pant pocket, raising his shoulders as he says, “He’s complaining how it has been a few months since the wedding, and you have not made good on your word on about merging businesses.”
I drag my hand down my face, annoyed but pleased my plan is finally working. I’m not surprised that it took this piece of shit this long to realize that there was no plan to merge our families, but a way for me to get what I wanted. His daughter. If he thinks that I wanted to be a part of whatever he does or plans to, then this man is dumber than I gave him credit for.
I shut my laptop, open my drawer to the right of my desk, pull out my Glock, stand up to tuck it in the back of my waist. “Send the old bastard in as this is going to be a fun conversation to have with myfather-in-law.”
Angelo smirks and nods his head before spinning on his heal to leave my office. I sit in my chair waiting for the dirty old man’s loud obnoxious voice to hit me. Then, the image of my wife, naked in our bed this morning on all fours, begging for more as I spanked her delicious ass while I thrusted my thick cock in and out of her wet cunt. My pussy. I can feel myself harden at the thought of it when I hear Costa complaining his way toward my office with his voice growing louder.
Angelo steps in first with an irritated look on his face. I lightly nod before he moves to the aside to let Costa and his second in command into the room.
“Don Ricci, you are a hard man to get in touch with,” Costa booms, gesturing his meaty hands.
I stand up, not moving from behind my desk as I have no intention of entertaining this behavior of his or him in general. My eyes cast down at his hand that is floating in the air waitingfor me to shake up. He finally lets it drop after he sees I am not taking the gesture. I hear him snarl before he sits in the chair in front of my desk with his second standing behind him. Angelo adjusts his suit before making his way to stand at the corner near my desk, hands tucked into his pockets and his eyes laser focused on the two men.
I unbutton my jacket and sit. “Well, Costa, I have been busy. Running an empire and spending time with my new bride.”
His face hardens at my response. “I’m surprised you have not grown tired of her.”
The tension in my neck and shoulders sends a ping through my body. “What is so urgent that you need to barge into my home?”
He shifts in the seat. “I have been a generous man, Enzo, allowing for you to marry Isabella over Ian Di Marco. I have been patient as well with the promise of our families working together and merging our business’s. Mainly your shipping docs where we both can be beneficial from our products.”
I stare at him with no reaction on my face because I want nothing to do with his shady construction business that has no reason to use my shipping docs. Though from the information I have found out why, makes me wonder why he was so easily persuaded for me to marry his daughter over Ian.
“Now, I’m done being patient, and I want the deal that you promised me.” He snaps his fingers and his second pulls out of the inside of his jacket pocket.
Angelo reacts by reaching for his gun when Costa mumbles idiot in Sicilian. I hear Angelo growl before stepping around my desk to fetch the piece of paper. He reads it before giving it to me.
I take it from his hands, and I skim it over. The son of the bitch brought over the contract that I presented before my weddingday. The fake contract that I gave him with a signature that is not mine.
