“And……”
I raised my head partially to look at him. “And what?”
He was still smirking, finding this all quite amusing obviously. “She told Jade that she can fuck you all she wants, but she’s the wife who can kick her ass to the curb.” He started laughing.
I put my head back in my hand. “For fuck sakes,” I muttered.
Still amused, he continued, “At least she doesn’t try that shit with you. Or any of us men. She at least knows her limits.”
I raised my head to look at him, not as amused, “Yeah, I guess it could have been worse.”
Still amused, but his smile dipped a little, he said, “Yeah from what I’ve heard from our guys, apparently your wife is a talker. Her sister, the one you were after first,” I grimaced at his choice of words, “she’s a lesbian, so there would not have been any sex.”
I shrugged. “Didn’t need the sex. Just the alliance.”
“And she is apparently rigid about rules and appearances.”
“Hmmm. Yeah. Guess it could have been worse.”
“Or you could have just ended up with Serafina,” he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I glared at him and flipped him off. Then he busted out laughing again.
“That woman is a fuckin’ whore.”
“One that you’ve tapped. And it’s not like you weren’t trying to align with Serena, who is just as much a whore, if not more.” He looked at me pointedly. “And I’ve heard Serena can be an uppity bitch, so Eliana is tame in comparison.”
I had heard Serena used to beat up her sister, “for fun” until she said it got old. Serena complained her sister didn’t fight back, and when she wanted a fight, she wanted the other party to fight back. Yeah, probably just as well that shit fell through too. Keeping Serena on a leash would have been fuckin’ hell. After the plan fell through and I had made arrangements with Eliana, Serena came to me as if I wanted a hook-up. I told her to fuck off. I found out later she had said something to Eliana, resulting in Eliana bitch slapping her and dragging her by her hair out of the club they had both been at. Hadn’t heard a word from Serena since, and she had been blocked from coming to my house ever again.
I told my men point blank, “You want to fuck that cunt, wrap it up double-time and don’t you fuckin’ dare bring her to our place.”
My men knew better. They would not disrespect my rules. I didn’t give that may, so when I did, they fucking listened.
“Eliana can do as she pleases as long as it doesn’t cause problems.”
Leo nodded, still smiling. “I heard you told her to keep her hands off me.” He winked.
“Fuck off, brother.”
He laughed again.
“I appreciate you protecting me from your women.” He laughed even harder. He was lucky I respected him or I would have fuckin’ decked him.
Chapter 4
Eliana’s POV
After two weeks as Nico’s wife, I was using my position however I could. I was sleeping with a few of his men, but only the ones who would feed me information. I needed to know all I could about Nico so there were no surprises. One of the guys, Sonny, was very willing to give me information. While I was giving him a blowjob, he told me information about Nico’s family. I had heard rumors, but I got more information than I had before.
Nico had a mother who had somehow managed to weasel her way into Edoardo Cattaneo, Don Giovanni’s Second’s, bed. But it wasn’t what it was all cracked up to be since Edoardo’s wife Alegra had apparently been a bitch to Nico and allowed her sons to treat him like shit. I wasn’t really a fan of Nico the person, just what he could offer, but I was starting to realize he had been handed a shit situation because of his mother, father, and father’s wife. No wonder why he appeared to be such a dick.
He wasn’t bad to me. We fucked around a few times and it was pretty good. Not amazing, but not awful either. Other than that first time when he pulled out and cummed on my back, he always wore a condom. I appreciated that. I didn’t want a fucking baby. Now or later. If I had married Maximo or Dominic, I would have totally gone with the baby trap plan for them. Have nannies to watch them and raise the babies. All that shit.
I kept in contact with my sister through text messages. Basically, just letting them know I was living the high life. It wasn’t spectacular, but it wasn’t bad. I got to spend money when I wanted, how I wanted. Carina was neutral with me as always. Serafina seemed to think it was cool.
After one of our fuck sessions, Nico said he would not touch my sister ever again. I appreciated it. Not that I cared about him fucking her, but I didn’t need her to use that against me for any reason, and I wouldn’t put it past her to do just that.
When one of the bitches who was fucking Nico and his men tried to use his money to buy herself shit, I put her in her fucking place.
After a week of being the wife, this bitch Casey, tried to get one of the black cards from Leo. I had overheard it, approached them and told Leo, “She’s not his wife. She doesn’t get shit.” I had turned to her, daring her to argue with me. I had no problems putting hands on her. I had smacked another bitch for touching my shit. Put her dirty little prints on my favorite wine glass. Told her if she wanted one, go buy her own with her own damned money.
