His voice rose in frustration. “Dammit, baby, I know. I didn’t think it would get to this. I will make it up to you.”
Without looking at him, I continued, “And how do you think you can do that?”
The way I said it, I made sure he realized there was no answer to that question.
“Please Catalina. I love you.”
I felt like some had sucked all the air out of the room. Then I felt like I almost choked, like I forgot how to breathe. Then hysterical laughter again. I was on such an emotional rollercoaster right now, I didn’t care what came out.
“You love me. You love me?” Now I turned to him, tears streaming down my face. I felt my chest clench as I saw how devastated he looked. But, it was a little too late. “Is that how you show someone you love them? By fucking a goddamned whore, one of the biggest whores in the Spanish world? Then allowing her to take my place at a dinner in front of important people? Then sit there on your ass while she verbally and physically assaults me?” My voice had risen until I was practically yelling at him. “I don’t want your love, Carlo. But since I’m stuck in this fucked up marriage, I will keep to my business and you will keep to yours. Understood?” I was staring at him, wildly, ready to jump up off this damned hospital bed and punch him.
I could see he wanted to argue, but thought better of it. He stared at me for a few minutes while I continued to stare at him,challenging him to fight back, my breath coming in heavy pants. He lowered his head, then turned to leave.
As he got to the door, hand on the door handle, he stopped.
In a soft tone he said, “I do love you, Catalina. More than you will ever understand.”
Then he quietly left me to my grief.
Chapter 8
Carlo’s POV
3 months later…….
Catalina and I had fallen into a routine, where she tried to ice me out and I tried to smooth talk her into any kind of conversation. The first month after her miscarriage was the roughest. She avoided me at all costs, not that I blamed her. Somehow, though, she eventually started coming out of her room more when I was home, but there was a disconnect from her that kept a distance between us. I wanted to tear that gap apart, but knew she was in a sensitive state after the miscarriage. I couldn’t believe she had been pregnant with my baby. All in one moment I was elated to be a father only for it to be crushed when it was taken from me. Then when she said she would never have another baby for me, it about destroyed me.
I had come back from a meeting early because the thought of being away from Catalina for too long didn’t sit right with me. Even if we weren’t sharing the same room, I just needed to know she was nearby for peace of mind. I know I didn’t deserve peace of mind, but I was trying to be patient. I desperately wanted my wife back, in any capacity. At this point I would take anything I could get from her, every little crumb would have to be enough.
Dom Gutierrez and Maximo Ruiz were pissed off that I didn’t stick around longer since they were trying to find Nico Cattaneo. The sicko had tried to ambush Maximo’s wife Aria at their home several months back, killing a few of his men. I was impressed to hear that Aria not only held her own, she commanded the remaining men, and took out several of Nico’s men, with Nico running away like a little bitch with his tail between his legs. Aria even apparently got a shot off on him, shooting him in the shoulder. There were rumors Nico had been seeking out allies wherever he could, including the Fire Dragons MC. Dom knew of them, and he still had a bone to pick with them over planning the kidnapping of his wife. Dom eventually told me he had let the kidnapping play out because he was testing his wife, Sophie Sanchez. He made arrangements for a marriage with the family, aiming for the older sister, but it turned out she slept with every man she could get her filthy hands on. After that discussion, I realized Emily was the Spanish equivalent to Serena Sanchez. Made me realize how fucking stupid I had been.
Once I got home, I was up in my room getting ready to take a shower. It was late, around midnight, so I didn’t bother going to my wife’s room. I hated saying that. My wife’s room. This should be her fucking room, but here we were. I was unbuttoning my shirt when the door opened suddenly, making me turn quickly, on alert. And there in the doorway stood my drunk wife, looking at me with lust I had not seen in awhile.
Her hair was mussed up, but she looked fucking fantastic. She was wearing one of her floor length silky nightgowns, the V-neck dipping low to show her luscious cleavage. Now I was hard as a rock, staring at my curvy wife in all her drunken glory. I knew I needed to be careful since she was still pissed at me, but I couldn’t even look away from her.
Catalina was neither big nor little. She was right in-between, perfect in every way. I stood in the middle of the bedroom, watching my wife stare at me.
She smiled lustfully at me.
“Let me help you with that, dear husband.” Her voice was husky even though her words were slurring.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, watching as she swayed into the room, directly towards me.
I should stop her. Take her back to her room. But I couldn’t move. It had been three months since I got to touch my wife. I hadn’t been with anyone else since that Emily fiasco, including my wife. And the way my wife looked now, I didn’t think I could be strong enough to say no.
Her hands slid gently up my chest to the last button I had stopped at, her fingers playing with the button, as she looked up at me through her lashes. My little drunken seductress. Her eyes lowered back to my shirt. She slowly began to unbutton my shirt, as I stood there, feeling helpless, but needy. Once she finished the last button, her fingers brushed inside my shirt, her fingers tickled as she trailed her fingernails lightly from my waistband up over my stomach causing my breath to catch, and I grabbed her hand, gently.
“You should not be tempting me right now, baby.”
She leaned in a little more and looked back up at me through her lashes. In a breathy voice, she asked, “Why not? Am I not allowed to fuck my husband?”
I groaned. “You are not yourself right now,mi alma.”
She tugged on her wrist, pulling it gently out of my grasp, as she moved it back to my stomach, but then slid it downward until she was holding my very hard cock.
I groaned again as I leaned down and pressed my forehead to hers, closing my eyes.
In a strained tone, “Please baby. Don’t do this.”
