I’m not really this spoiled, pompous bossy woman.But I don’t actually know who I am anymore, so there’s also that.
“We’ll bring you some dresses to look at,” she says.She’s smiling very widely at me too now, although her eyes are still very angry.
“Don’t forget underwear and such,” Matteo calls after her and she blushes as she turns to him and nods.I blushed too.
“You know, what I really want is to just buy up all the outfits these sales ladies are wearing,” I say.“Black.”
He looks at me, the smile on his face very innocent, but his eyes sharp with heat and desire.“Whatever you want.But just know I’ll rip them all off you.”
My cheeks heat up even faster because the image his words conjured up is so vivid that my pussy, and my whole body is now demanding that he make good on his promise right now.It’s not even what he said.It’s the way he’s looking at me.Like he wants to eat me.Like I’m the only thing he wants to eat for the rest of his life.It’s even more raw and deep than the look he gave me when he said he wants me to be the mother of his children.
“Don’t you hate me now?”I ask in a hushed voice.“I tried to kill you last night.”
He narrows his eyes at me, but they lose none of the lust and desire.
“The way I see it, you did what you thought you had to,” he says.“But you didn’t go through with it.And since I don’t have a lot of time left, I’m not gonna waste any of it worrying about things that didn’t happen.Now go try on some clothes.”
He turns me and gently pushes me in the direction of the sales ladies who have brought in several racks of clothes for me to try.He even smacks my ass to hurry me along.
The nerve of this guy.The absolute nerve.
Always saying the right thing, never doing the right thing.Always lying.Always telling the truth.Making me love him as much as I hate him.Making me betray everything I stand for.Making me crave every opportunity to betray it.Making me hate myself as much as I hate him.As much as I love him.
Hearing he might only have a short time left felt like a stab to the heart.And I’m still bleeding.
I think I’ve already lost my mind.I just don’t know it yet.
Chapter6
MATTEO
She boughtup about half the store.All the bags barely fit in the trunk and the backseat of the Mustang.But I think she’s a little happier now and that’s the main thing I was going for.Not all the stuff she got was black either, so maybe we are finally moving in the right direction.Maybe trying to stab me last night got the worst of her hate for me out of her system.
Lots of maybes.But I’ll take them.
As for the money to pay for it all, that’s not a problem.I probably won’t have to sell anything to keep Goldie in pretty clothes and keep my army paid.What I found in the family bank accounts is already plenty.There was more hidden in safes, cupboards, and under the floors of the house.And I haven’t even checked the actual secret stashes out in the grounds and so on.
Our curse never touched the money side of things.We always had plenty of that.Hard to succeed without it.And it’s our success and happiness that the curse is after.
There’s more than I can hope to spend in my lifetime… which will be very short now anyway.Like I told Goldie.It’s why I decided to just enjoy her while I have her.
So what if she wants me dead?It’s only logical.I still want the guy who held me prisoner dead.And I’m gonna make him dead.
When we got back to the house, I deposited her in the bedroom, but I didn’t lock her in.Bringing up all the stuff she bought took two more trips.Caputo helped me, because Nico is still sleeping off whatever he got up to last night.
“You think it was a good idea to waste most of the day shopping?”Caputo asks after we bring up the last of the boxes.“The guys already started arriving.We should be making plans.”
“Some things don’t have immediately visible tangible benefits,” I say and stop at the top of the stairs that lead into the east wing of the house.I close the wooden double doors and turn the big key in the lock.This door is more ornamental than anything else, but our parents used to lock it sometimes when they wanted us kids to stay away and it’ll do to keep Goldie removed from the rest of the house.
I pocket the key and turn to Caputo.“I don’t want anyone in this part of the house.”
“Or her getting out, obviously,” Caputo says.“I’ll make it happen.”
He’s positioned himself as my second of sorts, dealing with the minutia of what needs to be done, while I focus on the big picture.I didn’t ask him to do that, but I appreciate it.And he’s right about one thing, I’m not really focusing on the big picture.But that changes now.
I lead the way down to the ground floor and in the direction of the study.This room is even bigger than Ferro’s study back in his mansion in New York, could fit a hundred guys, but it’s still just a small part of the house.
All the sheets that were covering the furniture and sofas in here are lying in heaps on the floor where I threw them last night, but the big patio doors are all open, fresh ocean air and sunlight streaming in.The part of the garden this room opens out on is also separated off from the rest of the garden, blocked off by a wall and cypress trees.
