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“What the fuck are you both doing here?” She puts her hands on her hips and raises a brow.?
“Go inside, Jade.” I command. She rolls her eyes at me and looks at Monty.?
“Well?” She says to him.
“Next time, Cherry.” He winks and walks down the drive, hops into his SUV, and backs out.?
“What the fuck was that about?” She says, walking past me and into the house. I follow behind her into the kitchen, saying nothing.?
“Cooking?” She raises a brow. This woman, I swear, I just want to grab her and choke the life out of her, but yet I want to bend her over this counter and fuck the attitude right out.?
“Yes, I was, until your little runt came by, wanting to bring you something.” I counter.?
“Why are you here cooking? Don’t you have a wife to cook for?” This is twice now, and I’m going to lose my shit.?
“You and Spade need to eat, so I’m here cooking to make sure that happens,” I say, ignoring her bullshit snide comment.?
“I’m more than capable of cooking. Spade will be here soon. He didn’t want me to watch the clean-up. I honestly have never seen him like that. It was terrible.” She says, taking a deep breath. Tears drop from her eyes and she quickly swipes them away. It seems I have missed a lot lately. Fuck.?
“Has Spade told you why this hits him so hard?” I ask while frying the bacon and sausage.
“No, he hasn’t, but I’m sure he will when he’s ready.” She sighs, wiping another tear that’s fallen. Why is it that anytime this woman is upset or near me, I just gravitate towards her? I want to hold her and whisper reassurances into her ears, but I can’t. We both fucked that up. I need to stop making decisions based on anger rather than looking at the big picture. I’ve barely seen either of my brothers since I signed that fucking contract. Anytime I bring Marsela around, they both leave. I feel like such an outsider at this moment. I didn’t know these kids meant so much to them. Again, I feel like I’ve missed so much. She disappears into the house, and I continue to cook the bacon and sausage. I should have never signed the contract. I have one year to get Marsela pregnant and pay thousands of dollars to ensure that it’s a male heir. Our engagement party is right after Christmas, and we are to marry in June. I’m to become my father’s second, and when he dies or retires, then I will take over the Roselli crime family as The Don. Marsela’s father is on his deathbed, and she will take over the Abazi Drug and Women Trafficking Organization, becoming the first female boss of her time. I don’t understand why my father thinks we will be so powerful together. I don’t want this life, nor do I want to marry a woman who wouldn’t bat an eye at other women being drugged and then sold to the highest bidder. She’s fucking soulless and a ruthless bitch.
I flip around the bacon and sausage until they are done. I set it aside and start cutting the fresh assorted fruit. Jade comes back into the kitchen wearing skimpy little shorts and a raggedy band tee that falls off her shoulder. I nonchalantly adjust myself and clear my throat. She looks over to me and smirks. Oh, this Little Minx. She snags a piece of bacon and takes a bite, moaning as she chews. I swear to God, my reserves are going to snap. She licks her lips clean from the grease and walks around to stand next to me. She puts a hand on her hip and grabs a strawberry, taking a slow bite. Juices from the fruit dribble down her lips. Jesus fucking Christ. She knows what she’s doing. If I move from this spot, she’s going to see how fucking hard I am for her. Nope. Think of something else. Anything else.?
“You hang out with Monty a lot?” I ask. She looks up at me and smiles.
“No, we chilled at one of his parties. That’s about it.” She shrugs, climbing up onto the island and crossing her legs. I clear my throat again, trying really hard not to look at her.?
“He said otherwise.” I say with narrowed eyes.
“Why the fuck do you care who I hang out with? You have a whole fucking wife at home waiting for you,” she says vehemently. I narrow my eyes at her. I’m getting really sick and tired of that shit being thrown in my face.?
“She’s not my fucking wife! Apparently, you’re letting him between your fucking legs?” I growl. Losing my patience by the second.?
“Again, why the fuck do you care?” I slam down the bowl of flour, powder littering the air.?
“Same reason you keep bringing up my future wife.” I smirk and she punches me in the face. Tossing the bowl of flour, the contents spill all over the counter. I growl, grabbing her fucking legs and ripping them open wide.?
“Hit me again and watch what happens.”?
“Fuck you, Dario.” She says, pushing me away, but I don’t let her.?
“I know your little boy-toy was bringing you more Snow to rail up your nose together.” I throw her down against the island, flip her ass over, pulling her down to me. She picks up the carton of eggs and throws it at me, but I’m too quick, and I duck as they fly past my head, hitting the cabinets. I smirk.?
“He’s not my boy-toy, dickhead, and I certainly didn’t ask him to bring me anything, so lay off.” She pushes her ass into my dick.
“That may be true, but how does he know what you taste like?” I say with venom laced in my tone. She reaches for the knife I was using to cut the fruit and swipes wildly. I grab her wrist and twist, she drops the knife, screaming out in pain.?
“Cut the fucking shit.” I spit, pushing into her plump ass.
“It doesn’t matter what the fuck I do, especially to a man who’s damn near married!” She yells. I slam her chest down and hold her hands behind her. She tries to kick out, but I use my knees to spread her legs out wide. She’s got nowhere to go.?
“Let me go, Dario!” she yells, thrashing as I keep holding her down.?
“Do you cook for her? Is all this a fucking punishment?” She thrashes beneath me.
“I can punish you with much harsher things than simply cooking for you and my brother.” I say, pushing harder against her.
