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I entered the bedroom, quietly closed the door, and stood next to the bed. The blanket molded to her sleeping form. A rush of warmth slipped along my spine and seeped lower. My cock stretched. To get inside my wife again, I needed Francesca out of my life.
I climbed onto the bed next to her to watch her sleep. I traced the soft shape of her slightly parted lips. She stirred. Warm breath ghosted over my fingers.
Did Luca see Mia as his enemy? Or perhaps he felt as I did when I searched for truth in Allegra’s eyes. Even if she’d befriended the Irish, she wasn’t my enemy. I didn’t need her confessions. I heard the truth in the way she whispered my name when I touched her.
I’d given into her every demand, and yet she still defied me. And fuck me, but the more she resisted, the more I wanted her.
Chapter Fourteen
Allegra
I showered, used a straight iron on my hair and donned a thigh length floral print dress that showed off my legs. The room across the hall was empty, and all traces of Francesca were gone, leaving only the bitter memory that she’d been here at all. Marco hadn’t come back to bed. I hated that I cared, but I wondered if he comforted her before she left. Had he kissed her goodbye?
The aroma of coffee and croissants permeated the air as I made my way to the kitchen.
“Good morning. That smells amazing,” I said to the chef creating something that smelled absolutely heavenly in a frying pan on the stove. I picked up one of the croissants, pulled off a piece of the flaky pastry, and popped it into my mouth.
“Mrs. Bruno.”
Mrs. Bruno.I’d become Marco’s wife the night he claimed my virginity, but now, I was legally his wife. This was my home, and these people didn’t just work for Marco. They were part of the Bruno family. I was part of the Bruno family.
The chef pulled a coffee cup from the cupboard. “Would you like a cappuccino with your croissant?”
“Just coffee would be perfect.”
He smiled and nodded. “Master Savio has asked for apple and pear puffed pastry.” He set the cup of coffee in front of me.
“Thank you. Has my husband had breakfast?”
“Only Savio.”
As if his name summoned the little boy, he came racing around the corner. He jolted to a stop and stared at me.
“Buongiorno,”Hello, I said.
“Ciao.” He climbed onto the barstool. Chef placed a plate of puffed pastry in front of him with a bowl of powdered sugar. He barely turned his head, giving me the side eye and then dug into his pastry.
I smiled at him. Romi came into the kitchen with an empty stainless steel French press. Chef began preparing it for another brew.
“Have you seen Marco?” I asked her.
“Yes, he’s working in the guesthouse.”
I slid off the stool. “Thanks. I’ll take these with me.” I grabbed the tray of croissants. “I’ll see you later,” I said to Savio.
“I don’t think this would be a good time,” she said softly. “There is a soldier at the door. No one is allowed inside.”
I’d just say good morning and leave the croissants. The sun was warm on my face as I walked barefoot to the guesthouse in the northwest corner of the estate. A couple of soldiers sat on the front porch.
They stood as I approached.
“Good morning.”
Troy blocked my path. “Strict rules today. No one goes in.”
I reached around him and knocked on the door. “I’d call Marco, but he still has my phone.”
One of Troy’s brows lifted. “No one is coming to the door.”
