32
Angelo
“Pick up, you little fucker,” I snarl as I watch my half brother and my wife on screen. The high-definition cameras show me my wife’s face in exquisite detail as she peers at Luka’s phone screen. The way she smiles as she tilts her head back and stares right at me via the camera makes me want to throw my phone at the wall.
But I don’t. Kane would never let me live it down if I destroyed another fucking phone.
Rage burns in my veins as Chiara tosses Luka’s phone aside after muting it. Then the pair of them giggle like naughty teens caught smoking spliffs. Oh wait. That’s exactly what they’ve been doing.
I resolve to call Luka’s dealer and threaten him with dismemberment if he sells my brother any more drugs. Until now, I’d turned a blind eye to the weed. It helps level his moods out.
Now, though, he can find better ways of dealing with his depression. I refuse to let my wife do drugs of any description.She’s already a loose cannon, and if my father finds out Luka’s bad habits are rubbing off on her, he’ll go postal.
Our family might be one of the biggest distributors of drugs on the East Coast, but none of us, aside from Luka, touch the product.
As I watch through the security cameras, my fucking wife leans in and plants a filthy kiss on my brother’s mouth. The fact that she’s kissing him at all is bad enough, but is it really necessary to use that much tongue?
My pants become unbearably tight. I hate that it’s him and not me. I want her so fucking badly. Always have and always will.
Is this punishment for my sins?
If so, it’s a truly evil punishment.
I can’t even blame my father for pushing me to marry her. It was I who first planted the idea in his head. I suggested her as my bride.
If she ever finds out, she’ll kill me.
But she won’t.
My father is narcissistic enough to believe my marriage to Chiara was all his idea. He’s desperate for an heir to continue our blackened family tree, and he knows that a marriage tying me to Vivian’s stepdaughter is useful now that the merry widow has wed Remington.
A message from Kane appears on my phone’s lock screen. Something about another incident at the docks. Fuck my life, it’s only been two days since the last mess.
I ignore it. Whatever’s going down, he can deal with it. It’s what he’s paid for.
Throwing my phone onto my bed, I switch my focus back to my laptop, where the split-screen security footage gives me an unparalleled view of Luka with his hands on my wife’s hips.
She’s grinding on him. My dick throbs in response. How I wish she were grinding on me, rubbing her sweet pussy on my aching shaft. Soaking me in her arousal as she chases her pleasure.
From the blissed-out expression on my brother’s face that’s definitely not from smoking weed, he’s in heaven.
My blood pressure rises. The pain in my balls is unbearable. It’s been ages since I got laid, and right now, I’d give anything for a taste of my wife’s pussy.
I would literally sell my soul to be the man beneath her. The man with his hands on her tits.
Luka lifts her tee and tosses it over his shoulder. Neither of them seems to care that one of the night guards could see them making out.
Not that the guards would see a damn thing. Kane warned them to stay well away from anything like this. He threatened the whole damn lot of them with death if any of the cameras caught them spying on my wife instead of guarding the perimeter.
Chiara has amazing tits. It’s official. She’s gained some weight since being with me. I’d been shocked at how skinny she was when Kane dragged her back after her year on the run. Horrified, in fact. My girl hadn’t taken care of herself at all, and that upset me almost as much as her running away right after our wedding.
I want to take care of her.
Ineedto take care of her.
It’s what I do.
Only she’s too damn stubborn to see I want the best for her. All she needs to do is let me care for her, and the world would be her oyster. Sure, my father wants me to produce an heir, but while the thought of breeding my wife makes me fucking hard, I understand she’s young and not ready to have a baby.
