All Chapters of The Butcher - A Mafia romance : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

“And I promise I will never hurt you.”Her eyes dropped.“Look at me.”Her eyes instantly obeyed me.“I promise I will be faithful to you. I promise I will be honest with you. I promise I will protect you. I will be the best husband there ever was—if you give me a chance.” I spoke my vows to her in that café instead of in the church, but it felt better this way, just the two of us, both broken.Her eyes dropped to her coffee.“I promise you.”“This is why I don’t want to do this…”I waited, hoping she would say more.“I don’t want to marry you, because…I don’t want to be in that position again…where you can hurt me. I refuse to let you hurt me again. I’ve turned off my heart and locked it in a cage, but I’m afraid you’re going to find the key and break in.”“I will find the key, baby.”She looked at me again.“That’s why I want to marry you. So I can find that key and fix what I broke.”She stared at me, eyes wet with emotion, her coffee turning cold in front of her. Her makeup had sm

We ate in silence, each of us having our own pizza and sharing the fries that I’d ordered. He’d also gotten a bottle of wine for us to share.It was two in the morning now, and while I was exhausted, my hunger was far more potent.He didn’t eat nearly as much as I did, focusing on his wine more than anything else.I ate almost my entire pizza, most of the fries, and even downed the shake by myself.He wore a look of amusement, like the sight was entertaining for him.“I was starving.”“I could tell,” he said with a slight smile, his hands together as his elbows remained propped on the armrests.I glanced at the bedroom, wondering if he would sleep in the bed with me. I was so tired, I almost didn’t care where he slept. “Will you sleep on the couch?”“No.”“You expect me to sleep on the couch?”He smirked like I’d made a joke. “No.”“I told you I wanted to sleep in different bedrooms⁠—”“It’s our wedding night.”“What happened to not forcing someone to do what they don’t want to do?”H

My eyes were like a knife across his face.He corrected himself. “It doesn’t make sense, is all I’m saying. My behavior supports your accusation. She must realize that.”“I think she does, but she refuses to let herself believe it. It’s a compartment inside another compartment. She’s so fucking brainwashed by this guy, and she doesn’t even see it. It’s so damn infuriating.” I threw my arms down. “I’m the one person she can trust, but she trusts me the least.”When I got home, I knocked on her bedroom door, and there was no answer. I let myself inside and saw she was nowhere around. I headed downstairs and checked the study, wondering if she’d decided to claim that room as hers, but she wasn’t there either. I asked my butler about it. “When was the last time you saw Scarlett?”“Mrs. Moreau left the property four hours ago.”“Did she say where she was headed?”“No,” he said. “But she and I exchange very few words…”She doesn’t say much to me either. “Thank you, Aldo.” I stepped away and

When the night was over, we got into his car and headed home. It was late, almost eleven, so the streets were empty. Casually, like he did it without a second thought, he moved his hand over the center console and rested it on my thigh, returning it to the same place it’d been after dinner. His fingers were warm like the sun, and his fingers rose up my dress like he wanted to cup my thigh in the perfect spot.My heart did all sorts of things, somersaults and spins, but also tried to run away.With one hand on the wheel, he drove home through the quiet streets back to his villa. Well, our villa. The engine roared every time he hit the gas after a red light, the illumination from the dashboard highlighting his handsome face and casting shadows underneath his hard jawline. But when the light hit his blue eyes, that was really something.He pulled into the garage then we got into the elevator.Just as casually as he did in the car, he grabbed my hand and held it as we rose to the entryway

“Then we’ll get back what’s rightfully ours, and they can eat shit.”The place was so much bigger than my old apartment. Every time I stepped off the elevator and moved into the entryway, surrounded by walls covered in dark wallpaper, mirrors on the walls, a chandelier that hung low, and the vase of lilies in the center of the table, I felt like I was in a museum rather than my home.I took the stairs to the next level, my feet tired in the heels.When I made it to the second floor, I approached my suite door and went inside, relieved I wouldn’t have to speak to Axel tonight. Not sure how I would keep a straight face after the heated conversation I’d had with my father. I stepped into my bedroom and immediately noticed something had changed.All my stuff was gone.I opened the closet—and it was empty.The bathroom counter was vacant of my brushes and makeup.Everything had been taken away and cleaned—as if I never lived here.I marched down the hallway to his bedroom and let myself in