AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Hang up,” I whisper in his ear, trying to calm him down.
“Oh, yeah? Fuck you, Gabe. How dare you bring that up. I’ll do whatever I want formy wife’smother. A woman you never respected.Why?” He thrusts harder and harder until he hisses out his climax, howling. “Did you hear that? That was me coming insidemy wife. The wife you sold to me. She’s mine. Don’t you dare saythat nameto me again.”
He pulls out and hops off the table. I watch his ass flex from so much rage. His entire body has gone crimson. He keeps his hands on the windowsill, his back slick with sweat.
I couldn’t hear what my father said, but I’m guessing he heard about Kieran’s anger at him for blowing off what my mother wanted for her final resting place. “Talk to me, please.”
Shaking his head, he yanks his pants on. With everything else in his hands, he storms out of the library. All I do is put the sweater back on and chase after him with my ass hanging out, really hoping Patricia is still outside with the landscapers.
Inside our bedroom, I hear Kieran rummaging around his closet. When the phone rings again, Kieran flings it across the room, whizzing it past my head.
He storms out and pulls that familiar pair of gray sweatpants over his still-erect cock. “Not now, bella. I can’t talk to you. Your father has some set of balls talking to me like I’m a piece of shite. Telling me to mind my own business. That I had my chance…”
“Chance for what?” I ask but then gasp. “No. Please tell me he didn’t bring up Norah.”
“He did. I need a few hours alone, please.” He yanks a T-shirt over his sweaty body.
I step back, his anger triggering me.He won’t hurt me, I tell myself. All of this is a learning experience. He’s a powerful man with a lot of responsibility, and when that’s insulted, he responds with rage. It’s how he has to function to stay king. To keep order. To keep control.
“No, I’ll leave. This is your bedroom.”
“It’sourbedroom!” he roars.
“It doesn’t feel like it belongs to either of us.” I go into the bathroom and lock the door.
Staring at the stand-up marble shower, I remember him saying he jerked off in there each morning instead of sleeping with me because he didn’t want to hurt me.
He cares about me.
Just has a shitty way of showing it sometimes.
As I feel his cum trickle down my leg, I also spot some blood.
Shit, my period. Fuck. The cramps hit, and the pain is overwhelming.
Um, I can use that orgasm now, husband.
That means I’ll be starting my last pack of birth control pills.
I run a hot bath and lose track of time. When I come out, I’m smacked in the face with the earthy and herbaceous aroma of chrysanthemums. Vases teeming with the pink and white flowers sit on nearly every surface in the bedroom.
Looking around, I see Kieran’s not in here, though. An envelope sits on his dresser with my name printed on the front:Isabella.
Wrapped in a towel, I open it, my hands shaking. It’s a crisp white notecard with an embossed KO in the corner that reads:
I’m sorry, bella. I’ll be home late. I need to meet with Riordan about your father.
I crumble the card, glad he recognized he fucked up.
But is he going to kill my father?
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Kieran
“DoweknowifGabe is going to strike Alexei? What is he waiting for?” I ask, pacing in Riordan’s living room.
My underboss sits in a leather armchair. He owns the entire top floor of the only high-rise in Astoria. When he told the developer he wanted to buy the penthouse, the dick said there wasn’t one. My cocky brother showed him up and bought all six top-floor apartments. Then he started knocking down walls, creating a penthouse with panoramic views.
