ChapterForty-Four
Catarina
As soon as the door is closed behind us, Massimo walks me down the hallway, pressing me up against the last door at the end. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Please. Your tears kill me.”
I didn’t even realize I was crying until he swipes at the dampness gathering on my cheeks. “I haven’t given any thought to babies in years,” I truthfully admit, placing my hands on his hips as he cages me in with his arms. “I was so angry when I first found out. It was during those difficult first few years. But I learned to accept it. I didn’t see marriage and a family in my future then anyway.”
“And now?” He sweeps his thumbs under my damp eyes.
“Now I want it all with you,” I blurt.
“Then you shall have it.” I peer deep into his eyes when he tilts my chin up. “Do you trust me?”
“Completely.” There is zero hesitation in replying.
“Then trust I will make it happen.”
His words fill me with warmth and light and hope, and he truly has a talent for soothing my damaged soul. “Okay,” I say as a loud groan filters underneath the door alongside us.
It’s followed by an ear-piercing scream and “Caleb!” shouted in a voice that’s all too familiar.
I don’t hesitate to open the door and barge my way inside. Caleb Accardi has my sister bent over a desk with her dress shoved up to her hips and her bare ass on display as he fucks her roughly from behind.
“Fuck off,” Caleb barks, briefly turning his head in our direction as I stalk across the room, followed by Massimo.
This guy is un-fucking-believable. He has no respect for the rules, and if he keeps this up, he’ll be lucky to see twenty-one.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shout at Anais when I reach her. Her body jostles across the desk as Caleb continues fucking her, grunting and groaning as he thrusts his big dick into her pussy.
“What the fuck does it look like?” Caleb retorts. He turns to Massimo. “Dude, seriously. Get your wife out of here. It’s none of her business.”
“Get lost, Cat,” Anais pants in between moans.
“You are going to get yourself killed,” I say, ignoring their protests.
“You can’t fuck a made man’s wife. Especially not someone who will shortly be a don.” Massimo attempts to reason with Caleb. “It’s suicide.”
It’s hard to reason with either of them when they’re still screwing in front of us.
“Old man, stay out of shit that doesn’t involve you. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I fight a smile at his “old man” comment and the dark expression that greets Caleb when he says those words to my husband.
“Jesus Christ.”
We all turn to look at the newcomer. Caleb curses under his breath as Leo storms into the room like an angry thunderstorm.
“Hold on, slut.” Caleb digs his fingers into Anais’s hips as he picks up his pace, rutting into her like a madman. “This will be fast thanks to these interfering pricks.”
This seriously has to be seen to be believed. He’s a disrespectful punk with a serious death wish. I’ll admit he’s hot as fuck if you’re into dirty-blonds with an obvious chip on their shoulder. How can Anais let him treat her like this? It’s obvious Caleb is only using her for sex and to push Cruz’s buttons while delivering a strong f-you to the established rules. Briefly, I wonder if Cruz did something that caused Caleb to target his wife or if it was my sister who hit on him first.
“I’ll handle this,” Leo says when he reaches us.
We nod and move to leave when he pulls us aside. “I’d really appreciate your discretion.”
“We won’t breathe a word of it to anyone,” I tell him.
A tired sigh escapes him. “Thanks. I owe you.”
