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I think not.
“Tell her before she finds out herself. She’s not going to like that.”
I disagreed but kept quiet. I wasn’t going to start an argument for something stupid like this. Something that was not even Carlo’s business, for fuck’s sake.
My eyes found her again. Dancing in the arms of my dickhead of a brother. He had his hands on her bare waist, her breast too close to his chest.
“A fine piece of ass to watch, though.”
Agitation rushed through my body, filling my veins with silent vitriol. I pinned my gaze on Carlo to find him chuckling.
“What?” I asked tightly.
“Calm down. You forget I am much older than you.”
“What the fuck does that have to do with it?”
My voice must have been raised because doom hung heavy around us. Carlo’s men pulled to attention. No one, not even the consigliere, raised their voices to the don.
Carlo brushed them off. “Fucking idiots,” he muttered under his breath before he spoke to me. “I’ve spoken of much worse of Yuliya, and you didn’t even bat an eye.” He watched me shrewdly. “Maybe your father’s wishes are coming true.”
“What wish was that?”
“That you have a different marriage to his.” Carlo let his eyes fall on my mother meaningfully.
“Unlikely,” I grunted. “This is nothing more than a convenience for custody.”
“Which could have been solved in so many different ways other than the one you chose. You forget, my boy, I was the first to bless you at your birth. You may be good at hiding your thoughts from the world, but not from me. A convenience. Don’t insult me by taking me for a fool.”
“I am just saying—”
“Nothing. You don’t have to say anything to me. Now go dance with your woman. If you don’t, I just might.”
I flicked him a glance.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought,” Carlo said, letting a private smile fall from his fat lips.
I made my way to the dance floor. I didn’t know what Carlo was thinking, but it wasn’t that. I wasn’t going to dance with her either. I am no masochist to put my dick anywhere near her in public. I just needed to fuck her. Then I would have the satisfaction of burying myself deep inside a woman I had been lusting after for months. Months. Insane. That’s what I was. What I needed now was to get her home and tie her to my bed so I could get my fucking sanity back.
I jerked to a stop when my mother put herself in between me and sexual relief.
“This is too much even for you, Antonio.”
Cazzo! Will my blue balls ever find relief?
I had managed to stay out of her way leading up to the reception until now. But now was not a good time for me.
“You needed to keep this affair quiet.”
“It’s not an affair. She’s my wife,” I snapped, sexual tension cutting my fuse shorter than any other day. “What better way to prove to the court about our stable marriage other than this?”
“If you had married Francesca, this would not have been necessary. There was no need to prove anything to the courts.”
I reluctantly took my eyes off the prize to look at my mother. “And how would that have worked, then?”
Her lips formed into a thin line of disapproval. I turned my gaze back on Divya, who was much more interesting to watch. She was laughing. What was so funny now? I had a sudden urge to put my fist into Angelo’s cocky expression. Take that hand that he had firmly plastered on her waist and wring the life out of it.
“I see how you look at her.” My mother followed my gaze. “You better listen to me, Antonio, and keep that dick of yours in your pants.”
