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Gio gets up and walks over to the bed where I’m sitting. “Shhh… Angel. Calm down and breathe. You are safe now.”
I stare up at his too-beautiful face. His eyes are dark, almost black. He has sharp features and thick dark hair shaved at the sides and styled like he walked out of a magazine. Safe is the farthest thing from what I feel right now. Gio lifts my hand to his lips and places a kiss on it.
That’s when I look down and notice on my finger there is a ring with a huge diamond in the center. There are small diamonds surrounding the larger one.
I hear a gasp and realize that it came out of me. I feel like a deer in the headlights because I am looking down at my hand, wearing a ring that is worth more than the house that I grew up in.
“What’s going on? Where did that ring come from?”
“Congratulations WIFE. We got married a couple of hours ago.”
What in the hell? This guy is a psychopath. “I’m not married, and I’m definitely not married to you.”
“You definitelyaremarried to me. I was at the wedding. As was our friend and my second in command, Marcello. To make it legal, we needed a witness.”
He brings my attention to the tray on the table beside the bed. On the tray are bottles of water, a can of soda, and a covered plate.
“Now I have some business to attend to, and I expect you to eat and get some rest. We will talk more when I get home tonight.”
He bends over and brings his mouth to mine, kissing me while holding the back of my neck. He’s making sure that I know he’s the one in control.
The weird thing is I am so affected by his kiss that I don’t fight it. I melt into him. As he pulls away, he turns and leaves through the bedroom door, and I’m alone.
Did he just call me WIFE? Witness? Wedding? Looking down at the monstrous ring on my finger, I am more confused now than before.
Gio
After leaving Everly, I meet Marcello at the warehouse. He and my men took the guys from the bar there to wait for me. I’m not sure what he will leave of the three, but I clarified that the one who touched Everly is mine. Marcello is a sick fuck and enjoys torturing people, but he’s a good guy and doesn’t hurt anyone who doesn’t earn it. He has learned to channel his love for blood and pain into being a great enforcer for the Martinelli Mafia.
Marcello is definitely a serial killer and probably a psychopath, but the guy is as loyal as they come. He doesn’t seem smart to outsiders, but the man is scary intelligent. We’ve been best friends since we were kids, and I would trust him with my life. I have trusted him with Everly, which is the same thing.
Entering the building, I notice several of my men standing around in a circle. As I approach, I realize they are watching something. I hear him before I see him.
Marcello has three chairs in the circle, with one man in each of the three chairs. The three men each have a gag in their mouths, their hands tied to the chair, and their ankles bound to each chair leg. The one in the middle is not bloody like the two men at his sides. The middle one must belong to me.
“Boss.” Marcello greets me.
The three idiots snivel. I have somewhat of a reputation. Being brutal is a normal day at work for me, but I’ve never been this way over a woman before. My mother is probably the only woman in the world that I have ever felt protective over, but now I have Everly.
“Remove their gags,” I instruct.
The one in the middle spits at my feet. “Do you know who I am?”
Looking down at my three-thousand-dollar Italian leather shoes that are now splattered with his spit, I sigh. “I don’t give a fuck who you are. You touched what doesn’t belong to you.” Drawing back my fist, I punch him in the mouth. Blood and saliva splatter out of his mouth as his head flies back from the force of my punch.
Marcello lets out a giggle that sounds completely insane and probably is. As much as I love the guy, he’s not right in the head.
“Spit and now blood. Man, I love this job,” he snickers.
Picking up a surgical scalpel, I stand in front of the guy who had his lips on my girl.
The dumbass doesn’t know when to shut up.
“All of this for that used-up pussy at the bar? Man, she was a hot piece of ass but not worth all of this.”
My hand, which is empty, is white with tension and clenched into a fist. How dare this fucker talk about Everly this way? Rage runs through me as my jaw clenches tightly. Looking over at Marcello, who is cackling again, I ask, “What is this asshole’s name?”
Marcello recites the information he’s gathered on the man who is getting a free ride to hell today.
