All Chapters of A Wife For Nico Vescari: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~NICO~I had her sent for first thing in the morning.By the time Enzo walked into my office, I was already going through the same set of facts for the third time. Tomaso knew about his driver. My sources confirmed it, not long after sunrise. No retaliation yet. No message. No move.That wasn't a relief. That was a delay.Enzo stopped in front of my desk, his attention going straight to the briefcase sitting in the center.“You’re actually going through with this,” he said.I didn’t look up immediately. “We don’t have time to wait.”“We didn’t have time yesterday either, and look how that turned out,” he replied.I leaned back slightly in my chair, finally meeting his gaze. “Cut her some slack, she handled it.”“She got lucky,” he said.“She didn’t get lucky,” I replied. “She did exactly what she went there to do.”“And she could have died doing it,” Enzo snapped.I held his gaze. “But she didn’t.”That didn’t satisfy him. I could see it in the way his jaw tightened, in the way he shi

~NICO~It had been two days.Two days of walking past the workspace and catching pieces of them together. Two days of hearing her laugh at something Enzo said, of watching him lean over her shoulder while she explained something on the screen, of seeing her relaxed in a way she had never been with me.I told myself it shouldn’t matter.I had work. Actual work. Things that required my attention, things that had consequences if I got them wrong. I spent those two days overseeing the site, meeting with contractors, going over designs with the architect until I got exactly what I wanted. I signed off on everything, paid in full, made sure there would be no delays. The structure would go up fast. Twenty-four-hour shifts, no interruptions. Money made that happen.It was done in her name.Every document. Every payment. Every decision tied back to her, even if she didn’t know it yet. It wasn’t something I planned to explain now. It was a precaution, a backup. Something that would stand even i

~CAKE~I woke up deliciously, catastrophically sore.The kind of sore that made me wonder if my body had filed a formal complaint overnight. Every muscle hummed with a deep, satisfied ache, courtesy of a six-foot-something mafia husband who had apparently decided my name, my sanity, and my ability to walk in a straight line were all optional extras.Nico had been relentless, and I had been an enthusiastic participant until my brain basically waved a white flag around orgasm number five.I lay there for a long moment with my eyes still closed, face pressed into the pillow, just breathing through the pleasant aftermath. A low groan slipped out of me when I tried to shift my hips. Noted. Next time we install a safe word that includes hydration breaks and a stretcher.Warm arms tightened around my waist from behind, pulling me back against a solid, furnace-hot chest. Nico’s breath brushed against my neck, his body curled protectively around mine like he’d decided in his sleep that I belo

~NICO~I got home just after seven carrying Cake’s ice cream. I dropped my jacket on a chair in the living room and went straight to the office, Enzo following behind me.Cake was at the main desk. The moment I stepped inside, her smiles dropped once Enzo entered after me, she sat up straighter but kept her eyes on the screen.“We’re in,” she said. “All twelve access codes. Full control.”I put the bag I was holding down and moved closer. “Show me.”She opened the logs and scrolled through them. “The briefcase had heavy encryption, but it’s all here now. Financial records, shell companies, messages, account numbers. I don’t know exactly what you’re looking for, but it’s all there.”She leaned back. “I’ve done my part, now you do yours, I’m done with this for a while.”Her voice sounded normal, but something was off. She kept her gaze away from Enzo the entire time, even when he asked a technical question. She answered him while staring at the monitor like it owed her money. I frowned

~NICO~By the time I got back to the house this evening, I was already in a dangerous mood.The entire day had been spent moving from one side of the city to the other, collecting debts that had nothing to do with money. Favors. Loyalty and promises, people suddenly remembered owing my father now that Tomaso’s name was finally being whispered with uncertainty attached to it.Fear changed people fast.By noon, three smaller families had already agreed to back me when the council voted. One of them practically begged for protection in exchange for their loyalty. Another swore he’d never trusted Tomaso in the first place, which was bullshit considering he’d spent the last year kissing Tomaso’s ass at every meeting.I didn’t care.As long as the votes landed where I needed them, they could rewrite history however they wanted.I went to my father’s room first, to retrieve his knife from his safe, and slid it into the sheath beneath my jacket. Simple black handle, with a slight curve near t