chapter 4 (Marcelo's POV)

" Less than twelve hours after your wedding, and your wife is already running off, I have to hand it to you man, you're a natural." Enzo says as we both watch the footage of my little wife jogging out of my house.

My little wife, it felt so natural to think it, but it wasn't exactly something I was happy about. Donatello blackmailing my family into taking not just one, but two of his daughters into the family was the sneakiest thing the crazy man has been able to do since I knew him, and I had to hand it to him, he really laid out his cards well, I was impressed.

" She barely knows her way around the property, I'm sure her sister is waiting somewhere around the corner for her." I say ignoring Enzo's earlier jab.

" Her sister? More like her lover. " He chuckles as he clicks on a different CCTV footage.

It's the live footage of the entrance to the compound. At first nothing seemed off, not until Enzo zooms in on a particular angle, and I finally see it, a forest green Bentley Mulsanne, Speed Beluga edition.

The car was a limited edition, and currently, there were only two people who owned that car in town, one was Enzo who owned a black coloured one, and the other was Emilio Caruso, my wife's ex who owned a green coloured one.

Leaving my spot at the window, I relax into one of the chairs in Enzo's office. We had just finished a meeting with our Clan Captains on how to handle the recent attacks that had been taking place on our tuff. I was planning on taking my leave, but who would have known that waiting a split second could change everything.

Enzo had a habit of going through the CCTV footage during his spare time, reasons being that he loved to catch view of a certain someone whenever she was out on a run.

Earlier when I noticed him pick up his tablet, I had moved over to his floor to ceiling window instead, giving him privacy to do whatever he pleased. Little did I know that I would be the one in need of privacy instead.

Enzo refocuses on my little wife, and I watch her jogging over to another man on a figure hugging legging, and a hoodie. Her earlier straightened hair was back to the wild curls it usually was, ginger coloured, and so freaking full, she looked like a hopping flame, and I hated it so bad that other men were going to be seeing her like that.

In as much as it was an arranged marriage, I didn't plan on getting a divorce, and even if I did, for the time being , she was mine, all mine, and everyone knew how possessive I could be about the things that belonged to me, everyone except her, but I was going to show her.

Quietly, I watch as she finds her way back to the gate, I watch as she charms her way out, and I watch as she disappears into the forest green Bentley Mulsanne, Speed Beluga edition. That was all the confirmation I needed.

" I thought you said Winter would have her under control before she got here?" I ask quietly as I look away from the CCTV footage.

" I'm sure she tried her best, but let's be honest, the girl cannot be controlled. I don't even understand why you agreed to such a silly agreement."

" Like I said earlier, it's none of your business."

" If you say so, although if you give me the go ahead I promise to make sure she listens." Enzo says as he places his right hand on his chest.

" I want to have her under control Enzo, not kill her." I say as I shake my head.

" I'm just going to play with her, not kill her, In as much as I love it when Winter comes over to me to complain, killing her sister would be a hassle. A few missed gunshots here and there though won't kill her, right?" He asks innocently.

" Thanks, but no thanks." I say as I get up. " I'll handle her myself."

"Can I come over, and watch?"

" No, but if you can help me send down everyone on duty at that gate, it would go a long way."

" The idea is to have her under control, and not to traumatize her." He calls out as I make my way out of his office, but the warning is lost on me.

I could permit her gallivanting round while we weren't married because she wasn't mine, but immediately she walked down that aisle, she became my property, and I would do to her as I pleased.

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Thirty-three minutes, that's how long my wife spends with her ex in his car, on our wedding night. As for me, that's how long I spend sharpening my favorite dagger.

It had been a while since I last used it, partially because nothing interesting had been happening around here, and mostly because I was usually too lazy to go for the long kill.

Unlike Enzo who got off to the idea of dismembering his victims, I preferred the conventional way, a bullet to the heart to end it all or maybe setting them ablaze, but today seemed like a good day for a long and active kill.

I could feel the adrenaline zapping through me, heating up my blood, and causing me to come alive. I couldn't wait wait for Summer to get back.

It takes my little wife another ten minutes to walk back home, twice the time it took her to get out, instead of getting restless, I turn off the lights, and wait for her in the living room, while nursing a glass of wine in tow.

At exactly eight twenty-one PM, I hear the clicking sound coming from the door. It seems she realized I was back so she tries to minimize her noise.

I let her sneak all the way to the other side of the room, before finally letting her know that she wasn't alone.

" If you ever want to venture into a new career path, stealing would be great, I almost didn't notice you there." I say causing her to jump.

I can smell her fear from where I'm seated, and it tasted great, zesty, like orange, like flames. I wondered how much better the quality could get when she sees all the surprises I had in store for her that night.

" Come here Fiamma bella, I want to see you." I say, teasing her with the Italian word for beautiful flame.

Immediately she hears my voice, she doesn't stop to complain, talk back, or murmur instead she retraces her steps back to me.

When she gets there, I press one of the buttons on the remote control beside me, and all the lights are turned on, causing the room to come alive.

I watch her every move like a hawk, while twirling my half filled glass of wine. I watch how she squints her eyes after the sudden assault of the light, and also how she readjusts to the brightness.

When I realize she's okay, I get up, and offer her my seat, she needed the best treatment during this whole show.

" sit." I say, pointing at the vacant seat I just vacated.

She does just that, questions swarming her eyes, until she focuses on the whole scene before her, and her eyes widened. I lick my lips as I taste the flavour of her fear heightening, this was only the beginning yet she was this scared?