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As morbid and obsessed as he sounds, it provides a small comfort to me. He is saying he will not be with any other women. I’m still angry, so I make a snarky comment that might have pushed him too far.
“That doesn’t mean that I won’t be fucking other men. I didn’t make a commitment to you.”
He loses the playful smirk as his hand comes up around my throat and squeezes.
“Let me make something clear, Angel. You don’t know who you are poking. I will cut anyone who touches you into bits and pieces and have them gift-wrapped for my bratty wife.”
I can still breathe, but he is squeezing to show me he’s serious. I’ve yet to fear Gio, but right now, I know he means every word that he’s saying. Again, he’s not threatening to hurt me but to hurt others.
He continues to squeeze just enough to restrict my air but allowing me a small amount of air at the same time. “If I can’t have you, Everly, no one can. We will be together in this life or the next. You decide which it will be.” His black eyes are peering into mine through the mirror as he makes his statement. He lets go of my throat, and I gasp for air, leaving me standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
Once I get myself together, I brush my teeth and wash my face. I do a quick brushing of my hair and pull it up into a messy bun. I don’t have any clothes with me except the dirty ones I took off last night, so I walk down into the kitchen wearing his shirt and boxers.
In the kitchen, I see Valerie at the stove cooking what appears to be bacon and eggs. Gio’s friend who met him at the bar is standing at the coffee maker.
Gio looks at the T-shirt I’m wearing and then down to the boxers. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
“The only clothes that I have at the moment, and do I need to remind you that this is what you gave me to wear?”
“I didn’t intend to have you prancing around looking sexy in front of another man. We will definitely be finding you clothes today. Preferably something that covers every inch of your body that doesn’t make you look this hot.”
Gio’s friend breaks the tension between us by speaking.
“Good morning. Here’s some coffee.” He holds out a mug of steaming coffee.
“Angel, don’t touch that coffee. Remember what I told you I’ll do to anyone who touches you?” He takes the coffee from the guy and gives it to his mom.
“But Gio, I want coffee,” I whine.
“You will have coffee, but not made by another man.” He continues over to the coffee maker and shoves the other guy out of his way. “Get away from my wife, Marcello.”
“It’s just coffee, dude.” His friend snorts.
“Nice to meet you, Everly.” He reaches his hand out as if to shake mine, but Gio grabs my hand and pulls me away.
“If you want to keep your hand, you better not touch my wife, Mar.”
“Nice to meet you too, Marcello. I’m sorry that Gio is a fucking psychopath caveman.” I say that, but I also feel myself getting wet because Gio is so possessive. That and the hand necklace he gave me earlier. After the scene in the bathroom earlier, no way will I ever admit that I was getting turned on by it.
Marcello is looking at me with a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Don’t look at her, or I will take the eyeballs out of your head,” Gio yells.
Valerie chimes into the chaos. “Boys, breakfast is on the table. Stop acting like toddlers who don’t want to share your toys.”
“I won’t be sharing my fucking toy,” Gio adds.
“I am not a toy, Gio. I’m a human being.”
“You are my wife. No one else gets to touch you. I thought we agreed to this in the bathroom earlier when we had that little conversation.”
“We agreed? Is that how you see it?” I can’t help but find the way he’s acting funny. What kind of grown man is this jealous over coffee?
Gio grabs me and crashes his lips to mine. His tongue finding entrance into my mouth. As he kisses me, I melt into his arms. Electricity flows through our bodies. I’ve never felt a kiss like this. Once he’s plundered my mouth thoroughly, he lets go of me and gently shoves me in the direction of the table. He finishes making me a cup of coffee, brings it, and sets it down. Once he’s in his seat, he pulls me out of my chair and into his lap. Marcello and Valerie are sitting across from us at the kitchen table, talking amongst themselves like nothing is happening out of the ordinary.
My cheeks heat. “Gio, this is humiliating.” I drop my head and aim my eyes down at the table.
Grabbing my chin and raising my eyes to meet his, he directs his words to me only. “Angel, don’t ever feel ashamed because your husband is trying to take care of you. I like you on my lap, and I like feeding you.”
