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“Babaso.”
He stops at the bottom of the steps and leans in with a deadly whisper, “I sure hope that’s an endearment, Wife, because I assure you that I’ll be taking you over my knee and treating every insult with a nice spanking.”
I gasp at both the threat and the strange way it affects my body. Sneering at my future husband, I clench my teeth and answer, “Says the man that called me his problem.”
He smiles and taps my lips. “Amore, I apologize for the misunderstanding. I was talking about this ten-inch stiff cock stretching out my slacks and the unbred womb of yours that needs filling.”
My lips part in shock, and I swear my womb just opened, begging to be flooded with his seed. “Oh.”
“Yes. Oh. By the way, you’re sexy when you’re angry. It only makes me harder.” He winks and then kisses my temple.
Suddenly Gio’s father approaches, and then there’s a beautiful woman with him who must be his wife because she looks like his sister. “Oh my goodness. I can see why all the fuss, Giovanni. Enemy or not, she’s stunningly gorgeous.”
“Mother, this is…”
“Patricia Moreno. Your father informed me. I would say it’s a pleasure, but we all know it’s a bit of a shock.” She stares at me, and there’s something in her gaze that unnerves me. Is she challenging me? These women are just like the women in my father’s family. They claim innocence, but they’re just as dangerous and duplicitous. My mother would sell out my father and each one of us in a heartbeat. Hell, she did it to me.
“I’d say it’s a pleasure, but Gio knows I’d rather—” His hand comes over my mouth.
“Say it, and so help me, I’ll fucking hunt him down right now and let you watch as I torture the fucker.” His parents stare at their son in disbelief.
“Giovanni, since when did you become a stone-cold killer,” the head of the mob says with a chuckle. I don’t remember his name, but I remember his face because he wasn’t playing earlier when he warned Gio about talking shit to his wife. All the men in this family are handsome, but none of them compare to Gio, except for his father, of course, because he resembles him.
“Since someone else wants to marry my bride,” Gio answers.
“Oh, you mean Sergei Morozov?” Mr. Barone says.
“You know?” I gasp.
“Well, we’ll deal with him after this.” Could he actually be jealous?
The head of the mafia shakes his head. “Where the fuck were you before? My boring, techy accountant suddenly has killer instincts.” He looks to Gio’s father and says, “Enrico, this motherfucker finally sounds as crazy as my wife.”
“About time,” Gio’s father says with a smile.
“Nobody takes what belongs to Gio,” his sister says.
“True,” Gio says.
“You know how he gets when you take his money,” his sister adds. Oh. I’m just his property—his revenge against my father and reason to get even.
“Shall we get on with it before we are visited by trouble? I have a feeling the fucking cops will show up at my door with some lame fucking excuse to cause trouble.” There are several other women who must be married to the other men here, but I’m not formally introduced just yet, and frankly I can’t remember everyone’s names. Not that I’m that eager to get to know the family.
“Sounds good,” Gio says.
Twenty minutes later, I’m Mrs. Giovanni Barone and when his lips hit mine, I forget all the reasons why he took me and claimed me because that mouth on me is like magic. He fists my hair at the back of my head with pure, unadulterated passion. “Mine,” he growls as his lips slowly pull away. “Forever, Cupcake.”
Chapter Seven
Gio
I want to consummate our marriage now, but all the men want a meeting before that. We pay the priest and send him on his way with proper protection. Who knows what the assholes will do once they see him leaving the compound. Desperate men make stupid decisions.
“Amore, take your new sister into the kitchen, and you ladies eat something. I want my baby well fed.”
“Matteo, we don’t know if I’m pregnant yet.” He gives her a dirty smirk, and I’m about to throw up. She smirks at him and then licks her lips, which only makes me sicker because I know he’s dicking down my baby sister. “Okay. Come on, Pattycake. Mom, would you care to join us?”
“Yes, dear.” She kisses my father and then walks off with Vivian and my bride, who Vivian steals before I can even get my hands on her again, which I suppose is for the best because I might not let her go.
