“Um, no. Just surprised. I figured you’d be on your way back to wherever it is you sleep. A coffin in an underground crypt, perhaps.”
Kane snorts but Angelo is unamused.
“It’s my house, princess. In case you’d forgotten.”
“How could I forget, darling? There are monogrammed towels in the fucking bathrooms.” No joke. There really are.
He ignores me and pours himself a glass of scotch, not bothering to ask if I want one.The fucker.But whatever. I slip my shoes off and pad upstairs, eager for some kitty love. Felix likes me even if nobody else does.
The cat mewls and chirrups at me when I open the bedroom door. He rubs his head on my legs as I refill his food bowl. While he crunches away, I strip off my funeral clothes and take a quick shower. The hot water helps restore my mood.
Once Felix settles down on the bed for another nap, I head back downstairs in my comfy pants and a long-sleeve fleecy sweater. The house is cool this evening.
When I walk into the family room, Angelo is lying on the sofa in the living room with a news channel on mute. He lifts his head but says nothing. Kane must have left because there’s no sign of him.
“Am I allowed to watch TV?” I’m fully expecting him to say no, but to my surprise, he nods, so I pick up the remote and switch to Netflix, eventually settling on a thriller. Something about CIA agents and international assassins. It’s pretty mindless but entertaining.
After a few minutes, Angelo puts his phone away and focuses on the screen. We watch the movie together, and for a couple of hours, it feels like we really are a married couple, chilling together.
Then Luka shows up and all hell breaks loose.
40
Angelo
Luka never sees my fist coming. Satisfaction burns hot and fast at the shocked expression on his face before he drops. Chiara yells something, but I ignore her. The bastard deserves this and more.
She’s mine, not his, and the sooner he gets it through his thick skull, the better.
“What the fuck?” Luka wipes his bloody split lip before dragging himself up off the floor.
I’m tempted to fuck him up some more, but he’s not a fighter, and as angry as I am, I don’t want to kill the little shit.
“That’s for fucking my wife,” I snarl.
Chiara picks up my half-full glass of scotch and throws it in my face. “And that’s for being an asshole,” she spits. Whiskey drips off my chin and stains my shirt.
I turn to face her. My nemesis.
“You’re lucky I haven’t had you locked up in the basement and taken away your books.”
“Fuck you!”
Luka takes a healthy step away from me. Unlike my wife, he’s not keen on poking the bear.
“Feel free to fuck me, princess. But if you fuck my brother again, know that there will be consequences.” Luka leaves the room, probably to look for an ice pack.
“Haven’t you already ruined my life, Angelo? Is it really necessary to take away the one person who’s nice to me?”
“Luka can be nice to you without his dick involved,” I point out.
“Maybe I like his dick,” she replies, her arms folded across her chest. My gaze drops despite my best intentions before I drag it back up to her face.
“Need a cock, baby?” I smile as I force her back so she’s pinned against the sofa. “If you’re that desperate for cock, I’ll oblige.” Her pupils dilate as our bodies touch. She’s not wearing a bra and I can feel the hard points of her nipples pressing through the fleece top she wears.
Is she wet? It wouldn’t surprise me. The damn woman seems to get off on winding me up.
“I wouldn’t touch your dick if it was the last one left on the planet,” she sneers, but she can’t quite stop her breathy gasp when I grind against her.
