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Her left hand began sliding to the front of my pants, and when she grabbed a handful of my dick, my hand shot downward, gripping her wrist, squeezing painfully enough to make her wince.
“Somehow, I actually believe that I’m at therightparty.”
Fury ignited deep in my chest at the sound of my wife’s voice, and it only took one look at Elio’s face to see that he had set me up.
Chapter 10
Kasen~
The second that I’d shown up at Nero’s house, I’d been greeted by one of his guards, informing me of thechange in plans. According to the guard that hadn’t even bothered telling me his name, a small celebration had been arranged for the newly-married couple, and I’d been expected to show my face and sell the bullshit about having always been Nero’s betrothed. However, the real reason for my appearance was clear as I watched the beautiful blonde draped all over the man that I’d just married a few hours ago.
When the guardhad driven me to The Den, I’d had my suspicions. After all, even if I didn’t have much of a life, I’d been raised around all this. I’d seen more than I’d ever wanted to know about the Mafia before I’d gone off to college to pursue my dream in law. So, I’d always known who the Sartoris were and little bits and pieces of their regime. They owned restaurants, clubs, and bars all over this city, and it wasn’t because they were legitimate businessmen. The Den was famous for what happened in the back rooms, and even if I hadn’t grown up in this life, I was a criminal attorney, and this place had been mentioned too many times to count during my career.
Nevertheless, when the guard had begun escorting me towards the private entrance to the back, those suspicions had grown, knowing that nothing good could come out of having a ‘small celebration’ at this club. If I hadn’t still been reeling from everything that’d happened, I would have had enough sense to realize that a real party would have taken place at my parents’ house or at Mr. Sartori’s place.
Not here.
See, that was another thing about this wretched lifestyle; the men were never faithful. It was an unspoken acceptance, and as long as the wives were treated with respect and had full access to all the necessary bank accounts, they didn’t bat an eye at their husbands’ infidelities. For as long as I could remember, my father had mistresses, and my mother didn’t care.
However, this wasn’t that.
No, this was something different.
Respect was a big thing with the Mafia, and while the men might fuck anything with two spreadable legs, they never flaunted it in front of their wives. They never disrespected the women that carried their last names and bared their children. While the adultery was rampant and everywhere, they still managed to uphold a respectable amount of discretion.
A quick glance aroundthe room told me that Nero had ordered me here to humiliate me in front of his family and men, reminding me that I was nothing but a consolation prize. In front of everyone, he had another woman draped all over him, and I wasn’t even sure if I could be mad about that. Fia had betrayed and embarrassed him, so all that the Sartori Underboss was doing was getting even, and who could fault him? He was now married to someone that he’d had no desire to marry, and I was pretty sure that the rest of my life was going to be riddled with moments just like this one. If random women came and went from the house, I wouldn’t be surprised. Nero Sartori wasn’t the type of man to let Fia’s slight go unpunished. Yeah, Papa might have killed Mano, but Nero still hadn’t gotten his revenge. Sure, he had managed to make sure that the betrothal contract remained intact, but he hadn’t sated his anger.
Until now.
“Well, if it isn’t the beautiful bride,” Elio Sartori said, a huge grin spread across his face.
“Elio,” I acknowledged, and it was so easy to see that the twobrothers were related when they were standing next to each other like this. Only two years apart, Nero looked a lot older than Elio, but that could just be from the way that Nero carried himself. Elio Sartori was rumored to be a spoiled brat, making me think of my sister.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked as a stunning redhead saddled up next to him, her hands all over his chest. “After all, this party is for you.”
I glanced around the room, and I saw a couple ofthe Sartori men smirk, confirming the reason that I was here. In any other capacity, they would have dislodged the women on their laps, stood up, showing me the proper level of respect as an Underboss’ wife. Instead, they were still sitting, drinks in their hands, the women still on their laps, one woman not even bothering to cover up her chest. I was being dismissed by every person in the room, and the man that I was married to wasn’t uttering a single fucking word about it.
When the sound of a zipper reverberated throughout the room, that was my cue to leave. While already humiliated by Nero’s need to spendour wedding night with other women, that still didn’t mean that I had to walk out of here with my head hung low.
I’d done nothing wrong.
Nero finally stepped away from the blonde as the redhead removed her top to give Elio a better view of what she had tooffer him, and I found that I couldn’t even be mad at any of the women in here. In fact, I felt an unfortunate kinship with them.
No matter what women wanted to tell themselves, we all had a price. We all went after men with the hopes of something in return, and that was just fact. Even if that hope was just his love, we still gave ourselves with the expectation that we’d get something back for our troubles. These women gave their bodies to these men in exchange for money, job security, stability, whatever. I had given Nero Sartori my future in exchange for the safety of my family. The woman living in the suburbs with her two-point-three kids and Labrador had given her life to her husband in exchange for his love, and I hoped that he really did love her back. Nevertheless, at the end of it all, we all prostituted ourselves in exchange for something in return, and some of us were lucky enough for it to be love, and some of us were pragmatic enough for it to be money. Glancing around the room, I had nothing against any of the women here. In fact, I wished them all the best of luck, even the blonde that’d been all over Nero.
Looking back at Elio, I said, “While I appreciate the gesture, it’s been a long day, Elio. I think I’ll forego the festivities and let you men to it.”
Something flashed in Elio’s chocolate gaze, but he quickly masked it. “Are yousure?” he asked, his voice light and easy, belying the look in his eye. “We made sure to get only the best champagne to celebrate with.”
The slurping sounds of a veryaggressive blowjob sounded in the room, and while I wasn’t a prude, everything going on in this place was to feed my humiliation, not for pleasure or entertainment. A guard, soldier, Capo, whatever was getting his dick sucked out in the open as Elio and I tried to conduct a conversation, and the ring on my finger started to feel a lot heavier than it’d had just a few minutes ago.
“Yeah, suck that dick, you dirty bitch,” the lucky man hissed, and that must have been the cue for everyone else in the room tonot give a fuck that I was here. No sooner after praising her, the redhead was sliding her hand over Elio’s crotch, which must be their go-to moves since the blonde had been doing the same to Nero.
With those piercing brown eyes of his, Nero finally addressed me. “I think it’s best if you leave.”
“I think you’re right,” I agreed evenly, proud that my voice was steady.
“Silvio can take you back-”
