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She was much more arrogant and ruder than me, though. She didn’t have a filter and pushed most people away because of it.
Her only friend that was not family was Bianca. For some reason, she enjoyed her cold nature way too much. Maybe it was the same reason Priscilla wanted someone as cold as me. Everyone had their own audience.
Still, I was not happy that Verona was like me. Valerio was the one who took me as an idol, but he was much more energetic than me. I was happy he didn’t grow up to be like me. It was something I would never wish for anyone, let alone for someone I cared about.
I hoped my child wouldn’t be like me either. I wanted a blonde baby that smiled all the time. I wanted them to be a carbon copy of Priscilla. It was the best way.
“Hey,” Priscilla took me away from my thoughts, and I realized my eyes were fixated on the path Valerio and Verona left behind. “You look thoughtful.”
I was thoughtful, but she didn’t need to know. This was our first vacation, and she deserved a good one. I had to control my reactions better. It was something I was excellent at.
My hard expression disappeared at my command, and I leaned down to her ear. “I was thinking of what should I do with that said dick.”
She gave me a naughty smile. “Should we go up to our room?” Then she got up on her tiptoes and whispered to my ear. “You are the biggest, by the way.”
I didn’t care about that fact. The only dick Priscilla was ever going to feel inside of her was mine, and it was enough. I didn’t need a confirmation.
Without giving anyone an explanation, I threw her over my shoulder and marched to my — our room. The only thing I cared about was fucking her until she got that sweet drunken look on her pretty face.
Afterward, we took a long shower, and then we lazily went back to bed. My back was to the headboard, and Priscilla was sitting between my legs. I was braiding her blonde hair that I had just combed and dried. I usually did that when we had time and were not too tired because of sex.
“You are really into my hair, aren’t you,” Priscilla giggled. She was wearing one of my white shirts, and I felt all possessive seeing her in that. Also, when she faced me, the outline of her tits was amazing. I could probably go all night just because of her body, and it was only one of the reasons.
“It is really beautiful,” I admitted. It was like spun gold. It felt too precious, so I enjoyed taking care of it.
She relaxed her head a bit, letting it fall just a little to the back. I could see her eyes closing with the pleasure relaxation brought. “You know my granny would always tell me when you braid someone’s hair, you braid love into it.”
My body went rigid. I even stopped moving the locks for a second, but then I started again. I was not a superstitious man at all. I ran on logic. The thing that made me worry was Priscilla. I didn’t want her to believe this shit. I knew she was capable of love, but I was always scared of her forgetting that I was not.
She turned her back at me and rolled her eyes. “Don’t go tense like that. It was small talk. I don’t want you to get uncomfortable every time I mention love.” I tried to seem calmer for her, but it didn’t work. She smiled and poked my side. “She also said you would kill me if I didn’t bleed on our wedding night.”
I got even tenser. “Was that supposed to relax me?” Priscilla looking at the white sheets with horrified eyes was one of my worst memories in existence. The other one was finding her crying over her period. She was probably the most confident woman I have ever known. I knew she carried pain inside her, but she was dealing with it so well.
Whenever she lost her easy-going nature because of me, I hated myself and was surprised at how I could feel so much hate. I never wanted to be the reason for her sadness. I didn’t want her to doubt herself because of me. I was not worthy of that.
Priscilla pressed a kiss to my lips. “Does that relax you?” She had that bright smile on.
I nodded and kept braiding the rest of her hair. “I will make this a good vacation, don’t worry.” I reached to my own damp hair and pulled out the hair tie, and tied Priscilla’s braid.
She turned to me with giddiness, and her hand immediately went to my black locks. “I love your hair down like this.”
“I know,” I said, maybe a little too cockily. I didn’t think it was cocky because I, in fact, knew she liked my hair down. There were many times Priscilla pulled out my hair tie when we were kissing or were in bed.
Priscilla pushed me to the bed and then lay on top of me. Her chin was on her hand that was on my chest, and her other hand was still busy dancing around my hair. “Also, about the good vacation part, I want it. We didn’t have a honeymoon, so we have to make the best out of this weekend.”
A strange feeling squeezed my chest. I coughed to get rid of it. It didn’t work. “I can try to organize a honeymoon. Now it is a little hard, though.” Because of the truce we had, the Russians were like crazy. Everybody was either against us, or they were trying to get in on our good graces and have what we gave to New York. We didn’t know who to trust, and I didn’t want to leave Salvatore alone with this mess. I had never taken a day off from work until my wedding, and I knew he was expecting the exact same behavior now.
Priscilla didn’t even comment on the honeymoon. “What is happening with the business?”
I didn’t want to fill her head with all of those things. I brushed her cheek with my thumb feeling how impossibly soft she was. She was okay with my work. She was born into this world, but I didn’t want to corrupt her further. “Nothing you should worry about. I’ll keep you safe.”
She didn’t seem convinced with the answer, but those green eyes softened anyway. “I know you will. You will always protect me.” She snuggled to my chest like she wanted to convince herself with those words.
I cupped her head and kissed her forehead, my other hand wrapped around her waist. “Of course, I will. You are my family, Priscilla.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and nodded. “You are a great husband. Despite all the things you can’t give me, you make up for it. You are good to me, and I am very happy to be with you, Antonio. I hope you know this.”
“I do,” I answered. I didn’t always, but I didn’t want her to doubt herself. It was because of me, not her. I brushed her tears, and she buried her face into my chest, breathing in.
