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“Now, ask me what I did to Gia,” he spits maliciously, thrusting inside me.
My back arches at the intrusion, and I grip his shoulders and glare at him. “What did you do to Gia?” I gasp as his hand moves to my clit.
I’m not stupid. I know he’s distracting me with his dick.Dickstacting me.Fuck, and it’s working. I wrap my legs around his waist and give in to him.
“I gave her a makeover,” he sneers, fucking me faster.
“I don’t care what you did, Vice,” I pant. “I care that you lied to me. I have to be able to trust you. You’re all I have.” I moan.
His thrusts falter for a moment, his eyes meeting mine before he kisses me. His fingers keep working my clit as he kisses me far softer than usual, and I realize this is his apology. The man might be allergic to saying I’m sorry, but his lips sure know how to beg for forgiveness.
He pinches my clit, and I go off like a firecracker. “That’s it,bambola. Come all over my cock.” He slows his movements, drawing it out until he comes deep inside me.
Pressing his forehead against mine, we breathe each other in as our heart rates return to normal.
Lifting his head, he looks at me. “Have I told you how much I like being married to you?”
I burst out laughing, groaning when he eases himself out of me.
“You okay?”
“I think I might need a nap.”
“I think that’s a good idea. Take a couple of days to recover.” He brushes his finger over the side of my face.
“As good as that sounds, I have a wedding to attend tomorrow.”
He grumbles, “I knew you were going to say that. You know you don’t have to go, right?”
“I do. I have to see this through, Vice. It’s important to me.”
“Fine, but I’ll have one of my men close by in case you need him.”
“Alright.”
“Oh, and Nova? Wear your rings.”
Chapter 23
Nova
The wedding day is here. Vigo’s health took a drastic turn, meaning he won’t be attending. Instead, he’ll be watching the live stream from his bedroom, courtesy of one of his guards.
I know Vice had something to do with it, but at least there is less chance of things going wrong today. Staring at my face in the mirror, I listen to the excited chatter of guests arriving and prepare myself.
Vice and I decided not to hide my injuries. I have nothing to be ashamed of, and showing what he did to me will be the first step toward making people question the type of man Aldo is. My eye is still a little bloodshot, and my lip has a lovely scab where it’s finally begun to heal. I did remove the butterfly stitches because they were aggravating as hell. Half of my face is a purply color from the bruises, and my neck and arms are marred with dark finger-shapedmarks.
I could have stayed away. I know when I step out, there will be as many eyes on me as there will be on Gia, but the evil bitch in me needed to see this through.
The ceremony has been scaled down, purely because of the date being brought forward. Most people bent over backward to accommodate them, but for those otherwise booked, it was impossible. I’d heard from a friend that Gia had flipped shit when she was told there would be no doves and that many of the guests wouldn’t be attending due to the short notice. The florist and caterer had managed to juggle things around, and the dress had been ready for over a week.
Now, it was just a case of them saying their vows. Then, for me, this part of my life will be over. All my stuff is already at Vice’s place—well, our place now. I’d made my peace with it as much as I could. I might have made a choice that not everyone would understand, but it was one I knew was right for me.
After my encounter with Aldo, it only reinforced my decision. Me and Vice might be like oil and water, but not once have I felt the back of his hand. Nor has he shoved me away or called me names to make himself feel better. Oh, he can be an asshole, but I know there is far more to the man than he shows the world.
I look down at my wedding and engagement rings that I woke up to find on my finger this morning. Both are platinum encrusted with diamonds. The engagement ring also has a huge, brilliant-cut oval diamond in the center, making me nervous as fuck to wear it. This is the first time since sayingI do,I’m free to wear them. Nobody is going to be looking at my hands today, after all.
I smooth down my hair and pull my braid over my shoulder, the ends tickling my bare skin. The sweetheart neckline of my softpink dress leaves my neck and shoulders bare, highlighting every mark Aldo left on me. Knowing who I am, people have already asked what happened, thinking I got these marks protecting Gia. So you can imagine their surprise when I answered with the truth.
