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I shut my eyes and count to ten, hoping it will help me fall asleep.
But all I can think about is Benny.
Even though I’m his wife, I refuse to be a woman he uses.
I want him to worship me.
When my husband touches me, I want him to love me enough that he’d choose to marry me over any other woman, forced or not.
But Benny won’t give me that.
So, I won’t give him my heart.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
BENNY
I quietly slideout of bed and walk to the bathroom the following morning. The house needs work, but it’ll do for now. My father refused to give me permission to renovate anything. He wants to keep it as authentic as possible.
I might be the only man who didn’t get laid on his wedding night.
Not only that but my wife also swore she’d never fuck me.
I’d put my inheritance on the line that she’ll change her mind about that. Eventually, my little wife will cave, but, fuck, I must’ve pissed God off for him to deal me this hand.
But I’m pissed right now. The thought of Neomi insinuating I’d force myself on her had me up all night. I wanted to crawl out of my fucking skin at what she’d implied. I’m not a rapist dirtbag. I’ve never in my thirty years of living had to force myself on a woman. I love pussy, but I don’t steal it.
Neomi faked sleep just as much as I did, but I knew when the exhaustion finally hit her. She scooted in closer. Not enough to cuddle, but the brat was stealing my body heat as if it were hers to take. I almost pushed her away but stopped myself.
I text Luca and tell him to come over before I get dressed. Neomi will most likely be pissed when she wakes up and finds him here, but I don’t care. She should consider herself lucky that I don’t have a man guarding every room in this house.
“If something happens to her, I’ll cut off your arm,” I tell Luca when he walks into the house, a tied plastic bag in his hand.
He takes off his black Ray-Bans and holds up the bag. “Leftover wedding cake?”
I shake my head, brush past him, and leave.
I have business to take care of.
And by business, I mean beating the shit out of my new brother-in-law.
* * *
Tommaso livesin a two-story brick townhome out of his pay grade. I’m sure Severino pays a chunk of the rent, if not all of it.
I park the SUV in front of the house, take two stairs at a time, and knock on the door.
No answer.
I knock again.
No answer.
I raise my foot, prepared to kick the door in, but stop myself.
I need to keep my cool.
He’s my brother-in-law.
