He won’t see it coming until it’s too late.
“Wonderful,” she says. “Shall I serve it for breakfast?”
“Yes, please.” That’s perfect. “Make sure Matteo takes the first bite. I want him to enjoy it.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
The mere thought of him eating my cake makes me smile from ear to ear. But damn, these nerves might just get to me before it happens.
“Can you show me to the bathroom, please?” I ask.
“Yes, of course,” she says, then guides me out of the dining room and into the hallway toward a door near the front of the house.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.” I lock myself inside and sit down on the toilet to take a much-needed breather.
Am I really going to do this?
Yes, yes, the fuck you are. Stella, you’re going to poison the fucking Mafia don just like you always intended to do.
Even though the idea was meant for Lucio when I first searched online how to poison someone with common household food. But exchanging one don for another doesn’t really matter, right? They both intended to keep me locked up in a house I don’t want to be in. As a wife, a pet, a plaything, and I am none of those. They underestimated me, but I will use their blind desire against them. They think I’m innocent, but I’m far from it, and I’ve been scheming for far too long to let this idea go to waste. I’m not going to let anyone kidnap me and keep me a prisoner.
I blow out a breath and wash my face in the sink, tryingto gather my nerves. I have to appear cool … collected. Matteo can’t notice anything off about me, or he might not eat the cake, and then my plan is ruined. I have to be the same girl he remembers from yesterday.
Suddenly, the memory of him sitting on his bed flashes through my mind, and I swallow from the sheer size of that thing still seared into my brain.
God, I really gotta stop thinking about his dick and focus on killing him instead.
I flush the toilet and wash my hands, then unlock the door, where Leticia is already waiting for me. “Ma’am … Matteo is waiting for you at the dining table. Breakfast is ready.”
Showtime.
STELLA
The momentI walk into the dining room and spot him sitting at the edge of the table, I freeze. His eyes bore into my head, and there’s nowhere else I can look because of his penetrating gaze. When he looks at me like that, I feel completely naked. It’s exactly the same way he stared at me when he sat on his bed while he was playing with himself … when he didn’t know I saw everything I wasn’t supposed to see.
“Go on … take a seat,” he says.
My pussy throbs again from the mere memory, but I ignore it, rubbing my legs together as I step forward and sit as far away from him as possible.
Come on, Stella, you can do this. You’re an adult, act like it.
I clear my throat and scoot my chair forward, thenglance over the incredible banquet that Leticia and the other maids put together, knowing no one will ever get a chance to taste any of it, because he’s going to eat my cake first and then die. Well, maybeI’llhave a delicious Danish before he keels over.
I grab one of them from the bowl on the table, snatch some butter too and slather it all over.
“You seem hungry,” Matteo says. “Good morning to you too.”
I don’t reply. Instead, I stuff my face with a Danish while looking at anything except him. I check out the cutlery, the rest of the food, the paintings on the wall, and the flooring. Even the ceiling is very nice, very dainty.
“Aren’t you going to say good morning?” he asks. “I know you hate me, but at least we can be amicable about it, right? After all, we’re still husband and wife.”
I snort and swallow my Danish. “I can’t even look at you.”
Suits him right.
But the arrogant smirk still slowly forms on his face. “Well, you were more than happy to look at me while I was jerking off last night.”
