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“Also, I thought it would be nice to introduce myself properly to your future wife. She seemed lovely on our first meeting.”Is he fucking serious?!
“You stay the fuck away from Ana, do you understand?” I almost growled.
"I think you should calm down and keep that jealousy to yourself. Your fiancée wouldn’t like that side of you." It took all of my strength not to slam my fist into his damn face.
“Unless you want to discuss something other than my future wife, I suggest you spit it out or get the fuck out of my house,” I snapped as I slammed the cup on the counter.
“I came to make amends for all that I said after my mother passed. I was in a dark place, and all you wanted to do was help me, and I pushed you and your mother away. What I said about her was unforgivable, and if I could take it back, I would." He took a deep breath to continue, but I could tellit was difficult for him. "I want to be a part of the family again; I want us to be how we used to be," Nicolo said, and I could hear Anastacia's voice in the back of my head saying how important family is.
"What happened is now in the past, but I'll promise you one thing, if you ever disrespect Anastacia or my mother again, I won't hesitate to endyou, family or not. Do you understand?” I flicked on the light so I could see how genuine he was.
“I understand, I won’t. I can see Anastacia is important to you and I just want to get to know the woman who will join the Ricci family. Is that so bad?”
“No, it isn’t bad at all.” Anastacia appeared out of nowhere at the doorway; I hadn't even noticed her.Fuck, she was good.“Lorenzo knows how much of a family woman I am.” She smiled sweetly at my cousin as he visibly relaxed.
“Thank you, Anastacia.” He returned the gesture, and a part of me despised her having shared a smile with someone who wasn't me.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you, I truly am, but if you disrespect my husband and his mother the way you did again, it won't be him who endsyou, do you understand?" " She remained firm, her gaze never leaving Nicolo's. She was Victor's daughter. She was more like him than I had anticipated and seeing her like this was so unbelievably sexythat I had to hold it together.
"I understand," Nicolo said, almost speechless, which was unusual but yet endearing to witness.
Anastacia pushed off the doorframe and sauntered over to me as if we were the only two in the room. Her hair wastossed up on top of her head and she wore one of my t-shirts that coveredher perfectly. I was still pissedthat Nicolo got more than he bargained for this morning, and I could see his eyes following her every move.
“If you value your eyes, I’d put them back in your fucking head,” I snapped without taking my gaze off her.
He didn't have to respond; I could see he now directed his gazeout the kitchen window to watchthe sunrise on the lake.
“What can I do for you, love?” I questioned as she came to a standstill in front of me. Icraned my neck to whisper to keep inquisitive ears from listening.
"Nothing. I simply wanted to know where you went," she purred against my skin asher fingers toyedwith the fabric of my T-shirt.
“Did you miss me?” I teased.
“I had to take care of myself if you know what I mean.”She did what?
“It pains me to say I know exactly what you mean,” I groaned against her lips as she tenderly pressed hers on mine. “How exactly did you take care of yourself?”
“I guess you’ll never know, darling.” Oh, I'll know, and she'll never use whatever it was again.
“I’m going to take a shower and get ready to visit my mother.” She pecked on my cheek before heading back towards the door.
“I’ll be up soon.” I smirked.
“No, you won’t. Spend time with your cousin.” She winked as she hurried up the stairs, the hem of my t-shirt rising with each stair she took, which caused me to groan in frustration that I couldn’t rip it off her right now.
"She's quite something. Now I see why you're happy to marry her." Nicolo turned to face me, a smile playing on his lips.
“Indeed, she is, but that’s not the reason I’m marrying her.” I leant against the counter as he took a seat at the table.
"Ah, right, you're just marrying her because you're beingforced to." He chuckled as he lit a cigarette in the kitchen, something I despised.
"Again, not the reason, and get that damned thing out of here." I furrowed my brows and narrowed my gaze.It took a split second for him to stub it out on the packaging because I didn't have an ashtray in here.
“You don’t smoke now? She really does have you by the balls, doesn’t she?”
“Watch your mouth. What did I say about disrespecting her?” Within the blink of an eye, I'd tipped the table on its side and had my own cousin by the scruff of his T-shirt, his eyes widenedas if I was ready to carry on my promise to end him if he dared disrespectAna.
“It was a—” he struggled.
