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A sardonic chuckle leaves me. “You don’t have a choice in what happens or where I take you,Tesoro. Fight me if you want. You know your anger and defiance gets my dick hard.”
She gasps as if that’s the worst thing I have said this evening. “Just let them go. Patty, she hasn’t done anything wrong. Neither has…” my good girl has taken note of my warning and stops herself saying his name.
Disturbance to my right has my gaze landing on where Leo holds the restrained older woman. Bless her, and the death looks she is shooting me even though she is terrified. But at least she isn’t pissing herself like the fucker behind me. “Dante, go pack Ocean’s and…” I trail off, frowning when I remember I don’t even know my son’s name. Glaring at his mom, I demand. “What is his name?”
She swallows, shifting on her feet and murmuring out a soft, “Romeo.”
I cock my head when I hear his name and study her face. Hmm. Though she kept him from me, she chose to give him an Italian name. So, she was thinking about me when she was betraying me? Hmm. Interesting.
“Go pack their things and meet me back at the SUV.” I say all this without moving my stare from Ocean. “Marco, Leo, Enzo. Please explain to Patty andhimwhat will happen if they say a word about this to anyone.” I order. Footsteps sound in the small space as everyone heeds my commands. I glance down at my son, my chest tightening with something I didn’t think I was capable of. Love. I run a finger down his soft cheek, smiling when his eyes close shut. Forgetting where I am for a minute, and the situation, I clear my throat, before looking at his mamma. She watches us with a whole range of emotions flickering in her ocean blue eyes. Shock. Disbelief. Awe. Regret. Fear. Guilt. Resignation. Ocean has always been expressive; she could never hide her feelings from me. I may have been away from her for over a year, but I can still read her like an open book. I almost want to soften toward her, go easy on her, but my head demands I punish her for her betrayal. She needs to understand that what she did is unacceptable and going forward I will never tolerate something like this again. Clearing my throat, she snaps from her trance. “Let’s go,” I growl.
She shakes her head, staying rooted to her spot and angering me further. “I want to say goodbye to them.”
I chuckle, almost proud that she thinks she can make demands. “Feel free to say your goodbyes to her.” I jerk my head to the woman I now know is called Patty. “But you will not go near him unless you want his blood on your hands. I mean it, Ocean. Try me.”
Her flawless skin loses all its color. She sucks in a breath, nodding her acquiesce and I’m almost disappointed that she gave in so easily. Where’s that fire she once possessed? It may have disappeared, but I am going to make it my mission to bring it back. After all, it is what drew me to her in the first place.
But first she will be punished for her transgressions. This isn’t going to be easy for either of us, but it will be worse for her.
I will punish her for her sins.
Make her pay for hiding my son, for thinking that she could ever run from me.
And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.
Chapter7
Ocean
Istare down at Romeo bundled securely in my arms. We are on a private jet, and I sit like a statue in the buttery leather seat. Because I don’t want to look at Nico, or anyone else for that matter, I keep my attention on my son and can’t even appreciate the luxurious interior of the plane.
After saying a very teary goodbye to Patty, Dante loaded up what I assumed were bags of my and Romeo’s belongings before we were whisked away from the only life my son had known - one that had been mine for the last year - in a blacked-out SUV. Twenty minutes later we arrived at a private airfield, where we were escorted by Nico and his men onto a flashy jet. It was only then, once boarded with nowhere to run, Nico decided to hand me back Romeo. It was only once he had handed him back that I could release the breath I was holding and some of the tension in my body.
From the moment he held our son in his arms, my emotions have been all over the place. It’s a sight I thought I would never see and though it was under less-than-ideal circumstances, there was no feeling to describe what I felt, finally seeing them together.
“Is he going to be okay like that?” I startle at the sound of Nico’s voice, glancing up to find him glaring at me from across the aisle.
“What?” I mumble.
“With you holding him? Would it not be better if we strapped him in his car seat?”
Unable to look at his beautiful face any longer, I drop my gaze back to our sleeping son. “He will be fine with me holding him,” I insist.
“Hmm,” is the response I get, and I want to ask what it is supposed to mean, but I refrain.
“Everything is loaded. Shall I tell Hansen that we are ready for take-off?” The voice I know as Dante’s asks from his position in the plane.
“Yes. The sooner we get back the better,” Nico replies ominously.
There is something underlying his words, laced with a tone that I don’t like. I have a feeling that whatever comes next is not going to be good. No doubt he feels betrayed, and even more so now that he knows about our son.
“Where are we going?” I ask through a tight throat, my body full of anxiety.
“I am takingmyson home. Where he belongs. But don’t worry, you will be dealt with accordingly,Tesoro.” The threat is clear, making my spine snap straight. My apprehension increases and I wish I had never asked. But fuck this. He doesn’t get to do this to me. Not after all he kept from me. His engagement. Him being Mafia.
Lifting my chin, I muster all the strength and confidence I can find in my body right now. It’s not a lot, but it will do. Pinning him with a glare, I hiss. “Fuck you Nico. You’re engaged. You made me your side piece without me even knowing. If that is not bad enough, you forgot to mention that you’re in the Mafia.”
He smirks at my outburst, nonchalantly running a thumb across his full bottom lip. I want to hit him in his stupid, arrogant face. “Ah, there’s that defiance I love so much. Keep it up baby, you know it gets my cock hard.” He reaches down, gripping his long, thick length as if to prove his point. My thighs clench, as I watch him palm himself through his pants. And visions of him fucking me, of just how good he felt inside me filter my brain, but I shake them away before they can fully form. “Hmm, I might take you to the bedroom and show you just what it does to me.”
