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Mia lets out a long breath like she’s been holding it when I pull out of her. She sits up shakily and rubs along her neck where I’ve left a necklace of hickeys.
“I’m going to have to wear a turtleneck in summer,” she teases, and I make a displeased noise in the back of my throat.
“Absolutely not. I want everyone to know you’re taken. I want them to know you belong to me and only me,” I growl, and Mia gives me a hot look.
“You could have gotten thrown in jail back there,” she says, but there’s no edge to her voice. She almost sounds excited.
I shrug. “I would have gotten my lawyer to get me out of it. No one talks about my wife that way.”
Mia grins. “Your wife,” she says, as if in awe. “I’m really your wife.”
A pang of guilt shoots through me. She’s clearly more and more attached to me, and I can’t let myself get close to her for real. For one thing, I don’t do that. I don’t get close to women. They’re useful for certain things, but at the end of the day I’ve got responsibilities, ones that I can’t push to the side. And they are a liability I don’t need. A weapon against me.
I just nod, plastering on a smile, and the driver stops us in front of our hotel room.
I hate playing with Mia’s emotions, but I have to remember that this is what I need to do. Mia is right, I really could have gotten arrested, and it would have been a couple of days before I could get out. I’ve lost track of what really matters, just burying myself in Mia’s body, and I can’t give up on my goal.
I need to avenge my father, and Mia is just a way to do that. Nothing more.
12
MIA
Today we return home, and I can’t stop thinking about last night in the limo. It was sohot,the way that Dante had stood up for me, the way he’d attacked that guy because he touched me. I know that Dante is a dangerous man, and that could have gone a lot worse than it did, but something about it excites me.
It means that he cares about me. It means that he wants me to be his, and that makes me so happy. I’m excited to take the trip home, thinking that Dante and I may make love on the jet again, and in preparation, I wear a sundress without any underwear.
Dante wakes up and immediately starts to pack, though, keeps checking his phone and texting someone. I frown. I know that he has work to do and that he might have some things to take care of, but I feel rejected after our intimate night.
“Work?” I ask him as we get onto the jet.
“Hmm?” He looks at me blankly, distracted.
“Is it work?” I ask again, irritated.
“Oh. Yeah,” he says simply, looking back to his phone and sending another message.
I huff out a breath as I sit down. I know I’m being a bit of a brat and that he’s a busy man, but I guess I thought I’d get more than just a few days of the honeymoon period, even if we’re going home.
He’s on his phone the entire four-hour trip and I end up just reading and entertaining myself. I keep reminding myself that I know who I married and that he’s the Caputo, of course he’s busy. I should be grateful that he took time off for the honeymoon.
But when he gets up to go to the bathroom, I can’t help glancing over at his phone. I pick it up slowly, looking down at it. I don’t care what he does for work. I’m just worried that he’s talking to a woman. I see a notification from him that says, “It’s over,” and it’s a number, not a contact name. I frown.
I glance toward the bathroom and he’s still in there, so I take my phone and quickly call the number.
“Hello?” a female voice answers, and my throat tightens.
“Sorry, wrong number,” I mutter and hang up, tears burning at the backs of my eyes.
It’s not common for members of the famiglia to work with women, so I know that it’s probably that same girl I heard him talking to back at the house. My heart drops. At least it says it’s over and he doesn’t have her contact name saved. Maybe that means that he’s done with her?
But why is he still texting her on our honeymoon?
I hate feeling like this, hate feeling jealous and insecure. But Dante only married me because it was his father’s dying wish. It isn’t because he’s in love with me. And he hasn’t said I love you back, even though I’ve said it multiple times.
I can’t help feeling like a fool.
Dante returns and immediately looks at his phone again. He finally sits it down, looking over at me with a smile.
