“I’m watching you wife, don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” His words sent terror through my heart. I looked around the hallway for a camera, a flashing red light, anything that would give me a hint of how he could see me. “You’ll never find it. The cameras in my home aren’t a warning; they are myprotection.” Lifting my hand, I held up my middle finger, hoping he would see it. The laughter on the other end of the line was confirmation that he was watching. “Your office is the door to the left of mine. You’re going to need it for all the charities you will be helping. See you tonight, amore, wait up for me, and I will teach you a lesson for your behaviour.”
“That won’t happen,” I said as I ended the call, as his laughter filtered through the speaker.
He wanted me to change, but I didn’t see any reason to; it was time to find my office.
It was sunny, the mahogany furniture was beautiful, and the large desk had the most ornate carvings I had ever seen. Spinning my chair, I rested my elbows on the edge of my desk and rested my head in my hands.
I opened my laptop, I stared at the screen, and the cursor moved as if it had a mind of its own. I watched whoever was controlling the computer log me out of my email before the computer went black.
“I guess there’s no use sitting in here,” I yelled as I stood, hoping he could hear just as well as listening. The chime from my phone made me look back down at my desk.
Husband: Read a book, I hear it’s good for stress relief.
Grabbing the phone, I stared at it. What would he do if I threw this phone through the window? Probably laugh, get me a new phone and have a construction crew to change the windows to bulletproof glass so I couldn’t do it again.
Me: So’s target practice.
Husband: Then go to the basement if that’s what you want to do. Targets are all ready.
Me: Do any of them have your face on it?
Husband: How did I get so lucky to have such a loving wife?
Rolling my eyes, I gripped the phone as I wandered out of my office and into our bedroom.
Nico had been right: all my clothes had been moved from my old room to this one, and the closet had been organized into a his-and-her’s side. Pulling open a shallow drawer, I had expected to find my underwear or bras, but diamonds shone from the lights above.
Rings, tennis bracelets, necklaces, which seemed ridiculous since I couldn’t take this rose off, so why did I need others? Closing the drawer, I pulled open the next one. Ruby and emerald jewelry were laid out before me. Dread filled me as I looked at the third drawer. Sapphires, pearls, matching sets of earrings and necklaces. Quickly, I closed the drawer and sat on the floor, crossing my legs.
This was a different level of this life; how had I not realized that? My parents always portrayed a rich lifestyle, but there were no cooks, maids, or millions of dollars' worth of jewelry sitting in a closet. A show was put on when needed, but this was not normal.
CHAPTER 18
NICO
Rolling over,I expected my hand to fall on Emilia, but the bed was empty. The sheets were cool to the touch, telling me she'd been gone for a while. Her pillow was cold, and her half of the bed as meticulously made as it could be with me on the other side. The covers were pulled tight, hospital corners perfect. This was not how I wanted to start my day.
I wanted my cock to be buried deep within her, making her cry out my name like she had last night. Or was it this morning? Who knew anymore? The hours had blurred together in a haze of sweat and pleasure. All I knew was I couldn't keep my hands off her, or my dick out of her. Flipping the blankets off me, I got ready for the day.
Walking into the kitchen, I watched Emilia at the stove, bopping her head along to whatever she was listening to. She was wearing a simple pale-yellow sundress that made her look like sunshine incarnate. Quietly, I pulled out the chair and took my seat. Her movements mesmerized me, and I had a difficult time keeping my mind off her hips. The way they swayed as she hummed along to her music, completely unaware of my presence.
She turned and smiled as she set down a plate in front of me. "Good morning, it's about time you rolled out of bed." She pulled her headphones off and tapped the phone sitting on the counter.
"Camilla was supposed to be off today," I said as I looked at the plate of food she'd given me. Eggs, bacon, toast. Simple but perfect.
"She is." Emilia frowned as she picked up her cutlery.
"Then who made breakfast?" I asked as I grabbed the napkin at my place setting and put it on my lap.
"Me," she put her hands on her hips and stared at me like I was crazy.
"Really?"
"Oh, you think because I'm a mafia princess I'm useless?"
"No, Emilia, that's not what I was implying at all." Looking down, I hope she didn't see my smirk.
"Yes, it was, but don't worry, it's what everyone thinks of me. I thought you wouldn't be one of them." She let her voice trail off and glanced around the room before leaning over the table. The movement gave me a glimpse down the front of her dress. "Since you know what I have been doing." Her words were whispered as she arched her brow.
