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A laugh bubbled up my throat and out of my mouth. “Mom, he didn’t hate it. You can calm down now. The marriage has been consummated.”
She inhaled sharply. “Really, while we were all out here waiting for you?”
My belly tumbled. Marco and I weren’t fixed, but we were better. “You were right, he has his whore sipping champagne, but it’s not Francesca. It’s me.” I took a sip from the tall flute.
She tsked. “Do you think he’ll approve of that language?”
When had I become so hateful toward my mother? Maybe I’d always just been afraid of her punishments. I hadn’t lied to my father. Mom was the disciplinarian, and she always found fault.
“Have you seen Dee?”
“Yes, she was on her phone in the kitchen with Romi.” She tipped her glass to her lips.
There was Bruno wine, champagne, platters of food, but this wasn’t a wedding reception. There was no cake, no photographer, and no plans for dancing into the night. The license had been signed, Father Josue had gone from traumatized to intoxicated, and the sun was dipping low on the horizon.
If I didn’t get to Dee now, I’d lose my opportunity. Just because Marco had thoroughly fucked me on the floor, didn’t mean he was going to give me back my phone or let me leave the house. My husband, his capos, and soldiers were all an impenetrable wall of scrutiny.
When it came to Knox, I couldn’t trust Marco. This was still my prison. Marco would still see Knox as a threat, and that made Marco lethal. And if I didn’t want to be the match to light the fuse on the Irish and Italian war, I needed Knox standing between Dee and Patrick Byrne.
Dee wasn’t in the kitchen. Worry wormed into my thoughts. Would she sneak away from my wedding?
I checked the library, game room, front entertaining room, even the formal dining room. I headed upstairs. Perhaps she’d wanted to lie down in one of the unoccupied bedrooms. I stopped at the master bedroom. With my fingers on the handle, I heard voices from across the hall.
My stomach plummeted. My first thoughts were laced with fear. Francesca was poison in my mind. I imagined her in Marco’s arms, his hands on her, his dick taking her to the precipice of pleasure. I hated her.
I stepped closer to the door. With the blood roaring through my ears and the rampant pounding of my heart, I could barely hear the muted voices on the other side of the cracked open door.
I stepped closer, stood beside the doorjamb, and out of their line of site. Inside, I trembled, their voices sending an icy chill over my flesh.
“Of course, he wants you here,” one of the women said. My Italian was good, but the woman spoke quickly. It had to be Giada speaking to Francesca. “He came to your bed last night.”
“He didn’t stay.” I heard the pout in her voice. “I needed him, but he wouldn’t fuck me.”
“How could he with the American bitch across the hall?”
My breaths came fast and shallow.
“He doesn’t want her to know about us.”
There was rustling. I closed my eyes, focusing on the words, translating in my mind, but I had to be wrong. There couldn’t be anusbetween them.
“Now that they’re married, he’ll be back in your bed. He couldn’t risk losing the family association.”
“He’s never kissed me the way he kissed her.”
How did Marco kiss her? Part of me delighted in knowing she was jealous of the way he’d kissed me. The rest was of me pissed.
I brought my fingers to my whisker burned lips, remembering the feel of his mouth on mine and the taste of his tongue. He didn’t just kiss me, he wrecked me, leaving a path of destruction. One touch and I’d forgotten to protect my heart.
Giada laughed. “I’ve seen him kiss you. You please him in ways she would never understand. She’s practically a child. Don’t be fooled. He is only interested in building the Bruno empire.”
I leaned closer to the door.
“He was mine. Two weeks ago, I had his cock in my mouth, and he wasn’t calling her name as he was coming down my throat.”
“I told you. He’s still yours. Marco is not a man in love with his wife. If you want him, he’s yours. We just need to get rid of Allegra, give her a reason to go home to her mommy and daddy. She’ll scare easy enough.”
“If Marco finds out, he’ll be furious,” Francesca said.
