All Chapters of Blood Wedding: A Mafia Romance: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DANTEI stood there with my back to her, fists clenched so tight my knuckles were white, trying to get control of the rage that was eating me alive from the inside out. Someone had taken a shot at her. At my wife. In broad fucking daylight with hundreds of witnesses and they'd gotten away clean like it was nothing.I wanted to kill someone. Wanted to find whoever had pulled that trigger and rip them apart with my bare hands. Wanted to make them suffer in ways that would make hardened soldiers puke.But right now I couldn't do any of that because I was stuck in this safehouse with Thalia bleeding from stone debris and my hands were shaking and I'd just said something I absolutely should not have said.I can't lose someone else.Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck."Dante?" Her voice was small behind me. Uncertain. "What did you just say?"I didn't turn around. I couldn't turn around because if I looked at her right now I didn't know what I'd do. My entire body was vibrating with adrenaline and fury a

THALIABy the third night of living in Dante's suite, I'd learned a few things about my husband. One, he only slept about three hours a night on a good day. Two, he survived almost entirely on coffee and whatever protein bars he kept stashed in his desk drawer. Three, he pretended he couldn't hear me when I had nightmares but I knew he could because I'd catch him standing in the doorway afterwards, probably just watching to make sure I was okay.It was creepy. But also kind of... not creepy? I didn't know how to feel about it.Tonight was another nightmare night. I woke up gasping, tangled in sheets that were damp with sweat, the image of that bullet crater still burned into my brain. Except in the dream the bullet hadn't missed. In the dream I'd felt it hit, felt the impact, felt everything go dark.I sat up, trying to catch my breath, and that's when I saw him. Dante, standing in the doorway like always, backlit by the glow from his laptop in the sitting room."You're doing that thi

THALIAWe were arguing about something completely stupid and I couldn't even remember later what had started it. Something about me wanting to go to my father's house and Dante saying absolutely not, or maybe it was about the investigation and who had access to what information, or possibly it was about the fact that he'd reorganized my stuff in the bathroom without asking. The specifics didn't matter because within five minutes we'd escalated from minor disagreement to full blown fight."You can't just control every aspect of my life," I was saying, following him from the sitting room into the bedroom. "I'm not a prisoner.""No, you're a target. There's a difference." He spun around to face me. "And until I find whoever's trying to kill you, you go where I say, when I say, with who I say. End of discussion.""That's not how this works.""That's exactly how this works. Your father signed off on it. My father signed off on it. You're the only one who seems to have a problem with basic

THALIADay three of pretending the kiss never happened was somehow worse than days one and two, which was impressive considering how spectacularly awkward those had been.Dante had moved back into the suite last night, probably because avoiding me forever wasn't practical when we were supposed to be living together. But he was acting like we were strangers forced to share a bloody room. Overly polite. Carefully distant. Definitely not making eye contact."Good morning," he said when I walked into the kitchen area of the suite. He was making coffee, his back to me, his shoulders tense."Morning.""There's fresh coffee if you want some.""Thanks.""You're welcome."This was painful. Actually physically painful. We sounded like robots programmed to simulate human interaction and failing miserably at it.I poured myself coffee and sat at the small table by the window, as far from him as I could get while still technically being in the same room. He stayed by the counter, drinking his coff

DANTEI was in the middle of a meeting with Marco and three of our top security guys when my phone buzzed. I ignored it. We were going through the latest background checks on staff members, trying to find anyone who might have had access to those old security codes, and I needed to focus.The phone buzzed again. Then again."You gonna get that?" Marco asked, raising an eyebrow."It's fine."Buzz. Buzz. Buzz."Dante, just check your phone before it vibrates itself off the table."I grabbed it and saw six missed calls from the guard stationed outside my suite. My chest tightened immediately. Six calls meant something was wrong. Meant Thalia was in danger or hurt or...I answered the next call before the first ring finished. "What happened?""Sir, sorry to bother you, but Mrs. Torrisi left the compound about an hour ago and...""She what?" I was already standing, already heading for the door."She left with one of the approved guards. Said she was meeting a friend for coffee. We verified