Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
She goes to speak, but I stop her.
“I know you want to argue over the tracker, but tonight is not the night to do that. Okay? After today’s event, I could snap at any moment. Let’s not make this night end on a bad note.”
I don’t miss the way she rolls her eyes as she looks back at me.
“Damian would have never done this to me.”
There it is. I snap. Turning off the water and throwing open the shower door, I grab the towel. Wiping off my face in a haste, I tie the towel around my waist, and I tower over her.
“You will not speak his name in my house. You keep using him to get to me, and I will use him to get to you.”
“What does that mean?” she seethes.
“You know exactly what that fucking means, Emelia. You are a lot of things, but a stupid woman isn’t one of them.” I leave the room before I say worse. I’m already at my limit, and I need a place to blow off steam.
Looks like I’ll be sleeping in the other room. Being near her when she has the nerve to test me like that will lead to me being a madman on a mission.
I should have killed him. Sparing him just for her was pointless. Because now, I plan to kill him, and that will be the first fucking thing I do when I get back from our honeymoon. Sure, I could have one of my men do it, but I want to. It has to be me who sees his life end and his eyes go lifeless. That fucking son of a bitch.
Dressing fast, I leave the room, slamming the door so she knows just how much she angered me. The submissive is gone, and the pain in my ass has returned with a vengeance.
Got off just to be pissed off.
Stepping into the guest bedroom, I call Giulio.
“Sir?”
“I want a full run-up of Damian Fuccenli. Phone records included.”
“Will do. I’ll have it soon.”
“Good.” I end the call and lie on the bed. Looking up at the ceiling, I think of Emelia in the other room, still mad, but what’s worse is I’m thinking about the space between her legs.
What we just shared.
The way she sucked my cock dry with her voodoo pussy.
Maybe having sex wasn’t the best idea, because quite frankly, I’m going to crave it all the time now. Feel it, taste it, want it, and need it. She created a monster, put a spell on me.
I need to focus on work. On new enemies. On the weapons that keep getting intercepted and new rivals doing dealings on my docks. But instead, I’m lost in a vicious cycle.
It's aggravating.
“Nico?” Her voice fills the room, and I sit up on my elbows. She stands in some silk night own that leaves nothing to the imagination, and her hair is wet and pulled around to one side.
“Yes, Emelia.” There’s no attempt to make my voice sound anything less than irritated.
“I’m sorry. That was too far. I didn’t mean to bring him into this. We agreed to wave a white flag, and that was a low blow.” She fidgets her hands, moving her wedding ring around her finger.
“Listen, I know this life is more than one step farther than what you wanted, but I can’t keep doing this with you. Either you get on my side, Emelia, or we will have to end this. That’s all there is to it.”
“I know. I get that. Just… please don’t be upset. Tonight was scary for us both. Well, for me at least. I’ve never been shot at before.” Being voluntarily vulnerable is new for her; I can tell. Though she is being forthcoming, her body language is riddled with an unwelcome feeling.
“I’m used to it, but I’m a man of my word. You follow the rules, put some trust in me, and all will be fine. I won’t let anyone hurt you, okay?” I tell her this, sitting all the way up and looking at her.
“Okay. I just wanted to come in and say sorry.”
Is this part of what her father did to her? Her mother? There are so many layers to Emelia. I peel back one, and another’s edge comes loose. It’s hard to decipher, but so am I. Two complicated people, living in a complicated world.
CHAPTER SIX
EMELIA
THE HONEYMOON
Nico wasn’t kidding when he said we needed to get to our honeymoon. After we had sex, we had an argument, I apologized, and then the next day we were on a jet. The flight was extremely long and filled with rest, light conversation, and two rounds of intense fucking.
That’s the one thing I can say about this marriage—the sex will always be enjoyable.
I don’t think Nico is someone I can see myself relishing the company of, but he isn’t the worst conversationalist. In fact, it was more than tolerable this entire flight. He is highly intelligent and has a plethora of interesting stories from his well-lived life in the mafia. I would say it extends past the definition of wild. Actually, I would dare even say he’s had a tormented and damaged life. Made men don’t seem haunted or affected by the life they have led, but no normal person with an ounce of humanity in their body can say this life doesn’t affect them at all.