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EMERSON
Our time alone on the island wasn’t long enough. But my father can only be held off for so long before he starts to get angry or worse; suspicious.
Scarlett’s knee bounces nervously as we ride in the limo back to our new home together. Well, her new home; it’s the Rossi estate. This is all new to me, and I'm uncertain if she anticipated me having a separate house just for the two of us. However, my father has always made it clear he expects us to reside in the same house as him.
My proximity is essential for handling the day-to-day aspects of our business dealings. Gently squeezing her thigh, I sense the subtle tension in her muscles. “It’s going to be okay, Little Star. We’ll meet with my father and then I’ll show you where we’ll be staying.”
"What if he doesn't like me?" She bites her lip. “Are we telling him about Bean? I’m gonna be sick.”
“He chose you for me, so he has to like you or it’s his own fault. We are not, under any circumstance, telling him about Bambino. Same goes for your extra activities with Alistair. He is to know nothing other than we’re married, we went on our honeymoon, and you’re excited to be my wife.” My eyes lock with hers, so she knows how serious it is that she lets nothing slip to Antonio Rossi.
“But what about Alistair’s feelings?” A sharp pang hits my heart because she's already demonstrating more care for my love's emotions than I ever have. Minus a select few who knew of our private relationship, I’ve been keen to keep him as my secret up until now and even after our marriage.
“Don't worry about me, Cupcake.” He flashes her a reassuring smile. “I know how Antonio is. We will have what we have in private. In public, it’s only Emerson and Scarlett Rossi. I’m fine, I promise.” Alistair takes her hand and presses a kiss to her palm.
A sense of relief washes over her face as she releases a long exhale. “Okay, so tell me how I should be around your father. Seen but not heard? Yes, sir, for everything? I don’t want to make things hard for you. Either of you.”
I don’t know why, but her words piss me off. No one should dull her shine, especially not Antonio Rossi. She doesn’t need to fake who she is for me. “No. You are a mafia wife now, Scarlett. Remember to stay true to yourself, but don't tolerate any disrespect. Even from my father. Hell, even from us. Trust no one. The men in the Rossi Mafia are unwaveringly loyal to either my father or me. So you trust only the men in this car. The men who have been inside of you.” I grab her chin and force her to look at me. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
With a confident tone, Alistair announces, “We're here,” marking the end of our bubble of bliss.
Swiftly, I lean over, pressing my lips against both hers and Alistair's one last time before I grasp the door handle and swing the door open.
Time to face the music.
“Son! I’ve been waiting patiently to officially meet your bride,” my father boasts as soon as we step into his office and take a seat opposite his desk.
With my left leg propped up on my knee, I dig my fingers into the armrests, feeling the smooth texture of the leather. “I needed to honeymoon my wife properly, don’t you think, father?”
“Of course. I didn't anticipate that you would need a full week. But good pussy is good pussy, right, Emerson?” His smile is met with a quick reflex as I shut my eyes, rolling them in annoyance.
Is it possible for him to be any more revolting or perverse? The woman he is speaking to is right here.
“Don't speak of my wife like that,” I growl at him, my voice low and menacing.
His eyes widen in surprise, followed by a hearty, deep belly laugh. The sound of his hand slamming on the desk echoes through the room as he gasps for air. “She’s got you whipped already, huh, boy? You better find your balls and get them back where they belong. We have things to do.”
“My balls are fine, Father. I just don’t think it’s appropriate to speak of my wife’s pussy when I’m sitting right here. It’s my pussy,” I tell him through clenched teeth.
“I won’t touch your wife. I have my own. Speaking of Bonnie, she was supposed to be here.”
He stands up abruptly from his chair, the creaking of the leather echoing through the room. He strides purposefully toward the door of his office, yanking it open with a forceful grip. Before anyone can react, he hollers at the top of his lungs. “Bonnie!” Before slamming the door shut.
He stalks back to his chair and is sinking into it when the door opens. His new wife enters the room with her dark hair pinned on the top of her head and an upturned nose that perfectly fits her stuck-up cunt-ish personality. The too strong scent of her peony perfume lingers in the air as her brown, cat-like eyes scan the room.
She walks across the room and stands next to my father behind his desk. “I apologize, Antonio, I had to attend to a household problem.”
The sound of his hand connecting with her ass resonates through the room, causing a mixture of revulsion and surprise from both Scarlett and me. “Don’t make a habit of it,” my dad growls. “Is everything alright?”
“Everything is fine, baby. I handled it,” she coos, staring at me while she speaks and licking her lips. “Emerson, I’m so glad you’re back. And this must be your wife?” Her eyes narrow as she gives Scarlett a disdainful once-over, her upper lip curling in disgust. “You couldn’t find someone… I don’t know, better looking for our son to marry?”
I grip the leather of my chair so firmly that I can feel the indentations of my fingertips leaving marks in the expensive material. Just as I'm about to open my mouth and put this gold-digger in her place, the woman beside me surprises me yet again with her unexpected response.
“Antonio’s son.” Scarlett says, cutting through the tense silence.
“What did you just say?” Bonnie looks at her with contempt and sneers.
