Chapter Three

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I watch him enter his car, his driver instantly starting it up and turning in the drive. Watching him disappear with my sanity, I light the joint in my left pocket, dumping the ordinary cigarette back in my right.

The drug's high is short-lived, though, because I find Bianca hurtling into my body at speed. Luca throws her quite literally at me, and I decide not to help her stop, her head bouncing off my sternum as I hold my arms wide in a stance that screams get off me.

"I need to care for my wife..." Luca tells me viciously. It's obvious he's making a point to show his dislike for this situation, yet he was the only one with a forewarning, so surely he's had time to get used to her coming back after only leaving a few days ago.

It's also a power play, Luca's way of staking a claim that she is not his problem, that she falls down to me.

"Keep her under control and stay away from my wing. If you don't, there will be consequences," he tells us, but I know that's strictly a warning for Bianca. After all, she sneaked down there multiple times the last time she stayed at our home.

"Of course," I grimace.

Pushing Bianca an arm's length away, I take my hand back to drag on the drugs I might well become addicted to over the course of our marriage.

"Niko...we have to—."

"Shut up, Bianca. You've done enough damage already today."

"Don't talk to me like that. I won't marry a pig," she argues.

"Newsflash, darling. We have no choice. You'll marry me because your life depends on it, and I'll marry you because I won't hurt Emma anymore than you've already done. So deal with it, darling. Don't make our lives any less bearable than they'll already be."

"Stop being a pig, we can work together to figure a way out of this."

I walk away, yet she runs after me like a puppy dog in heat and needing a good fuck.

Gritting my teeth, I head down to the kitchen. I'm starving and could do with a good feast, yet we missed dinner, so that's not going to happen. However, I know Anna keeps leftovers for us, and I intend to devour them before heading to work out and rid myself of this parasite.

"Niko!" Bianca yells at me as I ignore her. I find the leftovers and take the plate to the counter, where I sit on the breakfast stall.

"There's no way out of this except in a body bag. And I don't particularly want to be buried in a shallow grave for ignoring the current Don."

"We only need to win Luca and Emma over, and we can ask for a pardon. It's a year or two at most before they take over."

Stuffing chicken and stuffing in my mouth, I look at Bianca with open eyes. She's not different, it seems. Still a scheming bitch ready to exploit any avenue for her own gain.

"Good luck with that, darling. Send me a letter from your grave, won't you?"

"Arg! You're so pigheaded," she tells me with a stamped foot like a petulant child. I chuckle, full-on belly rolls of laughter as I envision our married life together. Fuck, my life's going to be one hell of a ride standing beside her.

"And you're airheaded and spoilt. Get over it; you're my wife now, Bianca and I'm not a pushover."

"Yeah?" She asks in disbelief.

"That's right, darling. Now go to bed and be a good little girl!"

Her slap stings, and my face whips to the side. My hand, despite my mind begging it not to, strokes the skin heated with the slap of her palm.

Anger courses through me as I grab the girl. Pulling her up and onto the counter before me. The plate of food is pushed out of the way. Her legs fight me as I spread them. Nothing but pink lace covers her glistening pussy below the skirt of her dress, making me falter momentarily.

"If you ever lay a hand on me again, I'll show you what it means to be my fucking whore, Bianca."

"I'm not your whore, Niko."

"Shh! You only speak if I say you can."

"Go fuck yourself, Niko," she grits out, fighting against me as we both battle for different things. I want to keep her there in front of me where I can smell her arousal, but it's clear as day she wants to run away before I realise just how turned on she is.

It's like figuratively tasting the underworld.

The push and pull we seemed to have created in a matter of moments is the most enticing fight I've ever had the pleasure of participating in.

But she wins this time. She manipulates her leg and gets a swift kick to my gut. I fall backwards, stall and all, watching her from the ground as she closes her legs, jumps down from the kitchen side and then runs.

"See you in bed, darling," I call after her with a dry chuckle.