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“By that fucker that tried to rape her at my father’s company’s party. My brother and your uncle managed to rescue her, but I need them to explain. I can’t have this kind of shit happening to my own family in my territory,” he said, anger resurfacing.
“I hope she’s okay.”
“Thankfully, she is. They’ll meet us at home. We still have a couple of hours to get you acquainted with the place,” he said with a small smile that I reciprocated. The mention of my uncle being there raised a bunch of questions behind what I hoped was a blank poker face. It wasn’t the time to be intrusive.
Why the hell would he still be here? We’ve been married for two weeks already, and from what I know, he didn’t have any pending business in New York. It just seemed odd. And with Liam, of all people. Ever since my cousin Amelia died in Liam’s arms, my uncle had basically deemed him the devil even though he had no blame.
Above all, why wasn’t Matt questioning his presence either? I know for a fact my uncle would see it as an open threat, so either Matt knew about it beforehand, or too much sex had clouded his judgment. After the shooting at the wedding and Matt’s reaction towards my family, this made even less sense.
The car stopped in front of a tall building right in the center of town, opposite Central Park. Matt held the door and his hand out for me, walking with my arm in his through an impressive foyer.
We went up the elevator to the last floor, accessible only with a key on the button panel. Without notice, Matt swept me off my feet, making me release a small, surprised squeal as I held on to his neck.
“What are you doing?” I giggled, tightening my grasp around him.
“Taking my wife into our home for the first time.” He replied, the smile on his eyes reaching those alluring eyes of his. “Welcome home, Mrs. Battaglia.”
He carried me through the doors directly into the penthouse before taking my breath away with a passionate kiss that had me melting into his arms.
The place was incredible. The dark wooden floors contrasted with icy white walls, lightened by the tall floor-to-ceiling windows that peeked over Central Park and its massive trees. Every piece of furniture was modern and brand new, harmonizing to perfection with every selected piece. I couldn’t stop looking around, taking in every detail carefully.
“You can change whatever you don’t like, or even everything,” Matt said as his gaze followed me around the room. “My father won’t be pleased, but that’s on him.”
“No. It’s perfect. It’s beautiful. Thank you,” I replied, looking out onto the wide terrace.
“I’m glad you like it,” Matt whispered into my ear, his hands slowly sneaking around my waist from behind, pulling me into his chest.
Matt showed me around the rest of the penthouse and all the new technology he had installed for security. He gave me a set of keys before showing me the garage where a monstrous G-Class Mercedes was parked with my beautiful black motorbike in front of it, right next to his.
“I’ll show you how to drive it tomorrow,” he smiled as I stroked the leather seat of the most thoughtful wedding present ever.
“I would love that. But instead, we can make it a race. I know how to drive a bike already,” I said before sitting on it, closing my eyes as I imagined cutting sharply through the wind with this powerful beauty.
There was something about guys and motorbikes that had always turned me on. More than that, the image of Matt on his bike was so alluring that I even felt the burn of desire spur through me at the thought. The bad boy in leather and tats with this powerful machine roaring between his legs. It was the perfect metaphor for the real power that I knew he kept under that zipper.
“I almost forgot my wife is a bad-ass Mafia Queen,” he teased, leading the way back to the elevator.
It was only a few more minutes until Liam, Jamie, and my uncle arrived, and I saw Matt’s anxiety grow again as his face quickly turned from calm and fun into a heavy frown.
There was no space for small talk. The conversation went straight to the matter at hand. Liam explained in detail what had happened, not sparing us the gritty details.
I was amazed to find out that Jamie was an Amato. She was my cousin. That was why my uncle was in New York. Mystery solved!
She seemed like a nice person, and having family close was comforting even if I didn’t know her, but now we had the chance to catch up on lost time.
I was extremely close to Amelia, we were like sisters. I was still mourning her loss, and I don’t think I will ever really manage to let go of the pain of losing her. No one in this world would ever be able to fill the void she left in my heart, but there was space for Jamie in there, too. It got easier as days went by, only because I pushed it to the back of my mind. But thinking about her, or the time we spent together, always brought up the bitterness of losing a loved one.
“What about Aunt Lisa?” I asked, still in shock that she had been behind Amelia’s death and Jamie’s kidnapping.
“She’s in jail awaiting trial, but she will be convicted for the murder of Amanda and Amelia. Death was too much of an easy way out for her. I want her to live a long life, knowing what she lost and the shithole that is now her home,” my uncle explained, every word dripping with the hatred he now nurtured towards her.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” I said, squeezing Jamie’s hand. “And I’m so happy you found each other. I can’t even imagine how much of a third wheel my uncle has been this past week,” I teased my uncle, knowing he would stick around as much as possible, especially after everything that happened.
“I’m happy, too,” he replied. “I’ve been ecstatic ever since Liam told me at your wedding.”
I smiled at his enthusiasm. He deserved this. Losing Amelia had torn him to shreds, and even though she would forever have a place in his heart, finding he had another daughter could help him come out of the darkness that had him captured.
Despite the severity of what had happened, everyone in the room was happy and smiling. I, too, was overtaken by joy until the meaning of my uncle’s words sank in.
