Quite the family reunion we have here 😒
She's still in bed, curled up into a ball with a hand over her stomach. Her mother shoves me aside and practically runs to her. Fuck, she's fast. I'm pretty sure I left her downstairs. Why didn't I check on her?"Mia cara, are you okay? Why didn't you call?""I'm fine mama" she grits out writhing. It's clear she's far from fine. How the fuck did her mother know she was sick?"Why were you here alone? Isn't your husband taking care of you?" She spits out throwing me a dirty look "I knew Elena was lying about everything. Get up. We're going home""Mama...""I don't want to hear it, Emilia. You can be angry at us all you want but do it from home" I think she's joking until she hauls Emiliana up. Slipping slippers on her feet, she wraps an arm around her waist and helps her up. I'm at a loss here. I don't know what's wrong or if I can fix it. But I don't want her to leave. Once she's better, her parents might secretly ship her out of the country to hide her from me. Still, if it means easi
I startle awake, realizing I fell asleep. I'm on my back and Dante is beside me, staring down at me like a creep. Why is he in bed? Didn't he say he was going to work all night? "What the fuck are you doing?" I meant for my voice to be hard but it comes out hoarse. "Watching you sleep," he says as if it's the most normal thing to say. I'm shocked he even admitted it. "Why?" "Do I need a reason?" It's the middle of the night. After dropping that bomb about his mother, I was ready to go back to my room but he wouldn't let me. Saying that we needed to show a united front and sleeping in different rooms didn't convey that. Of course, I don't give a shit about what his mother thinks so I used that chance to strike a bargain with him. I would tell him where I was but not always. Now I don't need to make up excuses whenever I meet G. He promised he won't ask any questions about my whereabouts if I didn't want to tell him. In return, I'll play the loving wife in front of his mother. Al
I don't fault Emiliana for thinking Leo is a retard. Thanks to our mother's coddling, he's turned into a fucking sissy. Part of the reason I had my mother move back was so I could whip him into shape. His voice grates on my nerves and I want to cut off his tongue so I never hear his voice again. How can a man be so whiny? Sal catches my gaze, his eyes moving to Emiliana and then back to me. I raise my brow in question. If he's checking her out, I'll gouge out his eyes and make him snack on them. We still haven't talked about him showing up here with my mother and brother unannounced. He should still be looking for Cecilio."Dante, did you hear what your wife said about your brother?" "Is the wound deep? I'll have Mendes come over and patch him up" "Let me see," she says pulling his shirt so he's at eye level with her. Taking the pan away from Emiliana's hand, I place it back on the sink and thread my fingers with hers. "Let's go" I murmur, pulling her out
"Get in. I'll drive you" Dante says holding the door for me. He's in another suit, which seems to be the only thing he wears, and his hair is styled perfectly. Short at the sides and longer in the middle. He looks every bit of the boss he is and he will be driving me to school today. I can't say I won't scratch anyone's eyes for looking at him. And they will look because this man turns heads wherever he goes. Could be his stupidly handsome face or the power he oozes. Either way, people look. Including me."And my bodyguards?""They'll follow us in different cars"I get in the car, not missing the way he placed his hand over my head so I wouldn't bump the hood. To my surprise, he fastens the seatbelt for me before closing the door. It feels like I'm dealing with a different person. The Dante I know is sleeping somewhere and in his place is this sweet, considerate man. He took me out on a picnic, carried all my shopping bags, and bought me dinner afterward. This might be what normal coup
I push myself further, ignoring my screaming muscles. Working out all the shit Emiliana fed me during the weekend. I don't remember seeing any greens in sight which is unlike me. She was right when she called me out earlier. I haven't been myself and unfortunately, she's not the only one who noticed. Sal is working out next to me and I can feel his stare every few seconds. He has a lot to say but I know if I let him open his mouth, I'll regret it. Still, he's a persistent bastard and eventually I give in. "For fuck's sake, spit it out" "You're in love with her" "Fuck off" He chuckles "I never thought I would see the day. Can't say I like it though" "Are you jealous of my wife?" "I'm jealous of you. She's hot and different from what I imagined" "If you imagined her naked, you're dead," I say getting off the treadmill. "Now that you said it..." "I will fucking end you. Don't try me" I cut him off. He's my best friend and I know he'll never make a move on my woman but we
"Tell them what you did" all eyes turn to me, waiting. I'm sitting in Dante's office at The Cloud with Rico, his best friend Salvatore, and another guy I don't know. Dante nods at me to speak. My face flushes with embarrassment. In all honesty, I thought it was a good idea at the time. I see people doing it in movies all the time so I thought why not "Speak Emiliana" "I crushed his car" "No, I want you to explain how you did it. Go ahead" "You said it didn't matter as long as I was safe. Why are you interrogating me now?" "I am one sentence away from wringing that pretty neck. Keep going" "You think my neck is pretty?" The guys snicker earning me a glare. "Emiliana!" Shit. There's no getting out of this "Fine. But if you were in my shoes, you would have done the same thing" he gets up from behind his desk but Sal throws his hand out to stop him. As if he'll do anything other than puff his chest out and yell at me. Still, I don't want to test his limits s
"You look like shit," Elena says dropping beside me. It's been a while since we hang out. Two weeks have passed since I joined killer angels and I haven't had a moment's peace. G is such a bitch. I've been sleeping with one eye open because I don't know what she'll drop on my head next. I can't eat outside in case they drug me again because I overheard a conversation that messed with my head. This girl was telling her friend how she was eating in a restaurant one time and she passed out. Next thing she knew, she'd woken up in Ibiza with no idea how she got there. All she had was the money in her wallet which was only a few dollars. No passport or phone in sight. Who the fuck does that? Apparently, the point was for her to improvise and make her way home. What the fuck kind of training is that? I didn't get to hear the rest because they caught me eavesdropping and left. Since then I've been a mess. Despite having eight bodyguards following me around, I'm still paranoid. There is no
Her arms tighten around me and she takes a step closer. As if she's afraid. Which is not right. Why would she be afraid when I'm right here? I would never let anyone hurt her. Myself included. There are murmurs, people wondering what is going on but in the next moment, the stage lights up. Elena steps onto the makeshift podium grinning. Emiliana sighs, her body relaxing against mine. "Sorry, couldn't let anyone steal my spotlight," Elena says making a few people chuckle. And that is quite the crowd she has gathered here. Even businessmen and socialites who have nothing to do with our world attended her party "It's my birthday. I turn twenty and I will be accepting applications for husbands. There's only one requirement" "I'm going to kill her," Emiliana says seeming to know what she's about to say. I kiss her hair, pulling her closer. "If you do not look like Dante Vernetti, walk like Dante Vernetti or have Dante Vernetti's bank account, don't bother applying" a spotlight shines o