I could feel my anger rising. I understood that the women in our world were a means to an end, but that Don Sanchez would be so flippant with his youngest daughter was concerning on manylevels. Unless she’s playing me. I would have to keep an eye on her.
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Two weeks later we were married at City Hall. I had a witness and my bodyguards, Sophie had her father and a couple of his men. I would find out later, she told her father she didn’t want her sister there and if she did show up she would spill the beans that Serena was chasing Nico Cattaneo. Don Sanchez knew that would disrupt his clan because none of the respected clans, big or small, wanted their daughter connected to Cattaneo. He was a leper in the mafia world. Almost everything he touched was tainted goods. Which made me realize Sophie had been right about her sister.
She settled into my mansion fine, spending most of her time in a guest room down the hall. We were close enough I could keep tabs on her if needed. I could have my men keep tabs, but I felt I needed to be involved. This was my plan. I needed to know all the parts.
Diego, my tech man, said he found out some pieces that were concerning. Sophie had two accounts with two different handles. One was her talking about general topics, dressed as herself. The other one, she apparently utilized disguises and spoke on more secretive topics. At first I was pissed off, not understanding how her father would have allowed it, but Diego made a good point at one time.
“Don Sanchez is peanuts compared to most clans. He has access to the basics: basic men, basic resources, everything is basic.He wouldn’t even know how to look into his daughter’s secret account. It doesn’t help that she has help from a pretty infamous hacker.”
“What the fuck you mean?”
“The hacker, Geronimo, has been aiding her with firewalls and her livestreaming.”
“Fuck! How does she know him?”
“Not sure. Geronimo has all her information locked down.”
“Well, can’t you get it?” I was getting pissed, now wondering even more what my little wife was up to.
Diego stared at me for a minute or two, “Boss, Geronimo is one of the best hackers out there. No one knows who he is.”
I rubbed a hand down my face. “For fuck sakes.” I paused thinking. “Do I need to be worried about what she is posting on this account?”
Diego shrugged. “It depends. She mostly posts general information of the mafia world, not too concerning. But she does talk up the social circles piece, which may put some people off.”
“Hmmm. Keep an eye on it. Let me know when I need to be concerned.”
“Sure Boss. But also, so you know, she has like a million followers, so if anything did happen, I’m sure there would be a media uproar.”
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I still could not unravel the mystery that was my wife.
I needed to let her know about the upcoming gala, so when I went in search of her a month after our marriage, I heard her speaking with the head staff, Mrs. Fancelli.
I stopped just outside of the kitchen to listen to the exchange.
“Mrs. Fancelli, would you like for me to help you with folding the linen?”
What the fuck?
“Absolutely not, Miss Sophie! You are the lady of the house. You do not clean or do housework!” She sounded appalled.
My wife’s voice was defensive, but gentle, “I helped out the staff at my father’s house whenever I got bored.” She sounded like she was pouting. I had never heard this side of my wife. I could feel my cock start to harden again.
Dammit! This was going to be a long short marriage at this rate. I was going to need cold showers and the use of my hand on the regular. But it’s just because I haven’t had sex in over a month. When you have sex regularly, like multiple times per week, going without for this long is hell! It has nothing to do with my wife! Nothing!
“You should find something else for you to do. Watch television. There are great dramas on the television nowadays. Better watching them than living them, I say.”
My wife grunted. In a lower voice, “I’ve lived enough of it, thank you very much.”
Mrs. Fancelli sighed. I took this as a good point to interrupt the conversation.
I cleared my throat as I approached, coming around the wall to the kitchen. My wife was sitting at one of the stools at the counter, facing Mrs. Fancelli, and I saw her body go rigid.
“Good afternoon Mrs. Fancelli. Sorry to interrupt, but I need to speak with my wife.”
