“It’s whatever it needs to be to ensure you don’t harm my sister.”
“She’s my wife. I get to decide what to do with her, and no made man would blame me if I hacked her pretty tits off and made her choke on them.”
Unfortunately, he’s right. She disrespects an heir by cheating on him with another made man.
“Make one move on Anais, and I’ll personally hand-deliver my dossier to The Commission. I know all about your shady deals, Cruz. I know you have been skimming money off the top behind The Commission’s back. That stops now, by the way.”
Color drains from his face, but he recovers fast. “You won’t turn me in because I know too much about your agenda.”
“That agenda is no longer valid, and your threat is an empty one.” That’s not entirely true. Cruz can cause trouble for me unless I can control him. So far, this meeting does not bode well.
“You think Don Mazzone will care about that when he learns the sole reason you came to New York was to eliminate him and wipe the Grecoes from the face of the earth? The latter part I’m still fully on board with, by the way, should you wake the fuck up and come to your senses!” He yells the last part, and I can’t stop Massimo in time.
He pushes me aside and throws himself at Cruz, landing a solid punch to his face.
I send an SOS text to Fiero, knowing he’s out in the hallway with Ricardo because I messaged him from the bathroom, suspecting I would need backup.
Cruz and Massimo are trading punches when my reinforcements arrive a couple of minutes later. I didn’t even attempt to pull them apart because they won’t listen to reason.
Fiero and Ric hold them back as I drain my whisky and slam the glass down on the table. “You are immature idiots.” I glower at them. “Keep your mouth shut, Cruz. We have a mutual vested interest in keeping our secrets hidden. Neither of us gains if either of us talks.”
“I won’t breathe a word of it, provided you keep that dossier to yourself.”
“Agreed.” I rub the back of my neck as I stare at my brother-in-law. “Divorce Anais if you want to get rid of her. The shame will be punishment enough. Do not kill her, or all bets are off.” I need to have another word in my sister’s ear. She must end this madness with the Accardi heir pronto.
“Like I said, what I do with my wife is my business.”
I push my face all up in his. “And likeIsaid, touch her and I’ll come for you. I will hang you out to dry. I will ruin your reputation before I gut you like a squealing pig and take photographic evidence to share with the world. Don’t fucking push me, Cruz.”
“Get out of my house, slut,” he sneers, spitting at my feet. “You are dead to me now.”
Behind me, Fiero is struggling to contain a furious Massimo as he thrashes about cursing and threatening Cruz.
I stand in front of my brother-in-law and plant my hands on my hips. “To think I used to respect you.” I rake my gaze over him in a derogatory fashion. “You’re nothing, Cruz. A boy pretending to be a man. It’s no wonder your father is hesitating lately in announcing a date for his retirement. He knows you’re not up to the job. Cristian now.” I tap a finger on my chin. “Your little brother could buy and sell you, and you know it. I bet your father does too.”
His nostrils flare, and I think he would swing for me if Ricardo wasn’t restraining him.
“It seems to me you’ve got more pressing problems at home. I would watch my back if I was you.” Leaving him with those parting words, I grab my wayward husband’s hand, linking our fingers, as I hold my head up high, and we get the fuck out of Dodge.
ChapterForty-Three
Catarina
Iwake up blushing, palming my hot cheeks and wondering what the hell that dream was all about. I’m blaming Fiero. His suggestive remarks and half-naked status the other morning have obviously played into my subliminal mind. At least it’s a welcome distraction from the painful thoughts that often plague me these nights.
My father, my brother, and Renzo feature heavily in my conscious and subconscious thoughts as I work through my emotions. Pressing business matters keep me occupied during the day, and Massimo keeps me busy all night, fucking me for hours, until I fall asleep from exhaustion. It doesn’t always keep the nightmares away, but it helps.
“Morning, sweetheart.” Massimo turns on his side, pressing his erection into my hip as he grabs my waist and pulls me to him. “Hmm. You’re blushing.” He sweeps his fingers across my cheeks as he inspects my face. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” There’s no way I can tell him I just had the most erotic dream of my life featuring him, me, and his best friend in a hot threesome that has stirred my libido even in sleep.
I have never considered Fiero in that way, nor would I. I’m one-thousand-percent content with my husband, and our sex life is epic. However, the dream has me all hot and bothered, and I need Massimo now.
Sitting up, I slowly remove my silk nightdress, flinging it over the side of the bed as I straddle my husband.
“Now, you’re talking.” Massimo grins, gripping my hips and helping me to get into position. He watches as I lift my body and slowly lower myself down over his hard length. Both of us moan when I’m fully situated on his cock. “Today was already shaping up to be a good day; now it just got a whole lot better,” he says.
As I begin moving on top of him, he pierces me with a stunning smile that obliterates all lingering thoughts of that scandalous dream from my mind.
