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Never beg for your life. It shows weakness and makes me want to kill you more.
Instead, with my left hand, I punch him in the nose. I can hear the crack accompanied by the pressure hitting my knuckles.
“Don’t disrespect my woman. Next time, I’ll kill you, family or not.”
He falls to the ground holding his face as blood gushes out. For good measure, I give him a kick to the stomach. “Be a man and clean up the blood without crying.”
Tilting my head up, I see her beautiful face. She doesn’t hide behind the curtains as I glare up at her. Instead, our eyes stay glued to each other’s. The windows are soundproof, making it impossible for her to have heard anything I said.
My driver along with three bodyguards hop into my car along with me. I have a bigger target than normal on me now.
“Where are we headed?” I’m asked once I sit in the passenger seat.
“I need to buy some flowers.” If my answer shocks them, they show no sign. “Hey, Vinny.” I ask one of my bodyguards in the back, “What type of flowers does your wife like?”
“She likes the ones that come from me,” he says cockily, busting my balls. Vinny and I grew up together. He’s not Italian, but he’s as close to me as my own family.
“Is this the part when you tell me to stay away from her?” I turn toward the back seat, showing him my smirk.
“If I had to, she wouldn’t be mine.” Truer words have never been said. “Sunflowers are her favorite. She hates roses,” he answers my question. My initial instinct was roses. They’re a classic but as uncreative as my dating life. That’s the problem—I don’t date. I don’t buy flowers. I have no idea how to do this.
“Forget it. Turn around,” I say to my driver, changing my mind.
“You scared of a little flower?” Vinny questions. My other two bodyguards are silent. If anyone other than Vinny questioned me, they’d have their nose broken like Pauly. But I respect his opinion. He’s as close to a concierge as I have. He would have made it up higher in the family if he had the right type of blood flowing in his veins. The family’s loss is my gain.
The driver begins to turn.
“What the hell are you doing?” I holler.
Vinny holds in his snicker, and we remain silent for the rest of the drive to the florist. I make my men hold the sunflowers, scared I might catch some feelings. I will be the ruin of Aly eventually.
Chapter 16
Luca
Openingthedoor,Ifind Aly sitting on the bed.
“You’re late,” she states, already like an old lady.
“I’m never late,” I counter. She stands, and I hate everything she’s wearing. She’s hot as hell, but I prefer her in a tight pencil skirt and glasses. I like the nerd thing she normally has going on.
“Do you have contacts in?” I question, closing the door behind me. I’m about to fire the person who messed up my instructions.
“No,” she answers, confused.
“Where are your glasses?” I swear I had a pair brought in here.
She has the nerve to roll her eyes at me. “I wear fake glasses. It’s all part of my image,” she says proudly.
I scoff. “Your madam days are over. I will not have a wife who is an escort.”
“I’m not an escort.”
I watch as her spine goes straight, and I swear her nails turn into tiny claws. My flowers hit my leg, reminding me I’m still holding them. Pushing them into her chest, I announce, “These are for you. Don’t make me regret it.”
“How romantic. Maybe you should have started with these, then kept your mouth closed. Practice what you preach, right?”
In one step, I’m crowding her space. No one disrespects me. She doesn’t cower like my cousin. No, she sticks her chin out in defiance. I wrap an arm around her waist, bringing her in. Her heart pounds against my chest. She’s frightened.Good. She’s trying to even her breathing by stopping altogether. I can see the fear and courage fighting in her eyes.
