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“We’re defining our marriage.” I wasn’t going to be like my mom, suffering the role of a mafia wife in service to her husband. The only power she ever had was over us kids, so she reigned like a dictator.
Tim chuckled. “I have a feeling you’re going to put a strain on the alliance between the Bruno’s and the Jilani’s.”
We made our way back out to the patio.
“Santi, have you seen Dee?”
“She was bored and wanted to play video games. One of the guys drove her home.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “As for a wedding with no planning, your dress was too sexy, and I wanted cake. But I loved seeing you put Bruno in his place. My sister is fierce with a knife. I don’t want to know where you learned or which one of my asshole soldiers taught you.” He glared at Tim. “You got something to confess?”
“Fuck no. It wasn’t me. But I’m glad she’s sending that smirking bitch back to Italy.”
Francesca hadn’t left yet, and I wasn’t the one who could make her leave. Marco had to decide. Even if he chose me, I wasn’t sure he’d send her away. I doubted anyone but his father had ever given him an ultimatum.
Santi walked away, but I took a step closer to Tim. “I need to patch things up with Dee,” I said. “She’s avoiding me. You know that I can’t leave, and I don’t have my phone.”
“Don’t do it, Ally.” He glanced around. “Don’t ask me to do something you know is going to get one or both of us in trouble.”
“I won’t. When you come over tomorrow, bring Dee with you. You’ll probably have to lie a bit because if you tell her you’re bringing her to me, she won’t come.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s a shit, and I miss her. I’ve made a mess of my relationship with her, but I can fix it if I can just talk to her.”
She hated me right now because I’d alienated her from Orlando and Emilio. She could hate me more tomorrow after I confessed. She could hate Tim for checking on her online activity. And she could hate Knox, although that was unlikely since she’d always been protective of my best friend, too.
But she’d be safe. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to her. If she wanted to be stubborn, I’d even tell Santi. I might not be able to stop her. He would.
Marco
Finally, the house was quiet. I sat in the library with Ant, smoking a cigar because my father should have been here today. He would’ve loved Allegra. She was fearless, beautiful, and deadly. And she pissed me off and made me hard in equal measure.
She had me wanting to strap her to my torture chair and make her confess her secrets, and wanting to tie her to my bed so I could fuck her into submission.
A highlight reel of the day played through my mind. The vows followed by the sweet heat of fucking my wife. But nothing had ever turned me on as much as seeing her with a blade to Francesca’s throat.
Not that I wanted to see Francesca dead. I had no doubt Giada had instigated the confrontation. She wasn’t happy unless chaos reigned.
“Francesca needed stitches,” Ant said.
I rested the cigar on the ashtray to burn out. “I shouldn’t have brought her here.” I growled my irritation. “I’m out of my depth with Allegra. How can she be raised in a mafia family and fear nothing? I spent my childhood high on anxiety. Fear of failure, fear of disappointing my father. Fear of his wrath should I have disobeyed one of his orders.”
“You’re a boy. She’s a mafia princess.”
I lifted my head, my gaze meeting Ant’s. “She looks like a mafia princess. It’s a façade. You saw her. In ten minutes, she’d intimidated Francesca into a confession.” I stood from the chair and paced. “She had me confessing. A fucking lap dog husband attempting to appease his wife. And she still defies me.”
“An unsupervised Allegra is dangerous. Can you trust Timoteo?”
I shrugged. “He’s loyal to her, and because she’s mine, I believe he’s loyal to me.”
Ant leaned forward in his chair, hands clasped, and fingertips pushing off each other. “Santino is his best friend, yet Timoteo wants to be here.”
I’d thought about this and how I felt about Anna. “I think it’s Santino’s way of ensuring I don’t mistreat his sister.”
Ant chuckled. “Maybe you should consider another soldier. I doubt Santino would approve of the way your hands fit around her throat.”
“It’s a beautiful neck.” He followed me to the door. “Santino may have concerns, but he won’t challenge me. He’s already paying a price for his interference. Besides, Timoteo’s the only option. She’ll castrate any other soldier we try to assign her.”
Ant was quiet for a moment. “I think we should watch him.”
