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“You went to the sex club two nights in a row,” she stated.
I didn’t respond as I stared up at the white ceiling.
“Did you fuck anyone?”
“Don’t you think you should be more interested in whether your husband is fucking anyone?”
“No. I don't care who he fucks. I don’t love him. So, did you fuck anyone?”
I rubbed my forehead aggressively as my head started to pound with the beginnings of a migraine. This is what this woman did to me every time. Sucked the life out of me until I had nothing left. Until she was satisfied that I needed her like she needed me.
“No. But it would be none of your fucking business if I did,” I growled, climbing out from under her and pulling on my boxers. She leaned up on one elbow and glared at me, her eyes turning into slits of anger.
“I love you, Alessio.”
“Tell me what you know about the Buccinis.”
“Tell me you love me,” she shouted, losing her temper.
“Don’t test me, Isabelle. You got what you fucking wanted. You came here remember! You wanted me to fuck you for your silence on my past, on your manipulation of having me at your pussy’s mercy? I may not know love, but I know what it fucking isn’t!”
Tears brimmed in her eyes and her bottom lip trembled. I rested my hand on one hip and covered my eyes with my other. Now the fucking waterworks. Trying to make me feel guilty and feel like the asshole here.
“Why won’t you love me? Why do you fight against us when we so clearly are destined for each other?” She screamed. I grabbed her dress off the floor and threw it at her.
“If you’re not going to tell me what you know, get out.”
“Why are you being like this, Alessio? Why can’t you see that everything I do is for you! I married Lorenzo for you! I moved to the North for you!”
“No. You did that because you had to. You had no choice. You are a Barbieri Princess; it is your duty. And mine is to make sure our papi’s empire lives on after he takes his final breath.”
“MY papi,” she shouted, slamming her hand to her chest.
My nostrils flared and we stared at each other hard, our gazes burning into each other with so many complicated emotions. I turned and slouched down on the sofa, dropping my head in my hands. I heard her shuffling around, putting on her dress and then strolling over to me. She knelt on the floor between my legs as I leaned back to put some distance between us.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, all innocence and softness once again. “You know I’d do anything for you, Alessio.”
“What do you know?” I replied, my voice calm and level as I hid the strong urge to throw her ass out of my room.
She sighed, “There are rumours Elenora Buccini is dating Enzo Aiani.”
My heart did a strange, unsettling thing in my chest as I stared into her dark eyes.
“How did you hear that?”
“Around town. One of the ladies I lunch with occasionally has connections to the Aiani clan. Apparently, he is besotted with her. It’s most likely going to turn into an arranged marriage to solidify their alliance.”
My nostrils flared as I sat rigid. Fury. Jealousy. Frustration. I told myself I was only feeling this way because if it were true, it would mean a stronger alliance between the two families making it harder for Leone to take them down. That was the only reason. It had nothing to do with the Buccini Princess.
“No,” I shook my head as I remembered something. “Salvatore nearly made a marriage alliance between them before. Giovanni wouldn’t stand for it. He wouldn’t allow it now.”
“Maybe she is one of the lucky ones,” Isabelle stood up and placed her heels on her feet. “Maybe they are falling in love.”
She kissed my cheek and waltzed out of the room, closing the door behind her. As soon as she did, I felt everything in me break with all-consuming rage. I dived forward and flipped the glass coffee table, causing it to smash to pieces before I turned and started hammering my fists into the plasterboard wall.
Breathing heavily, I slid down the wall and looked down at my knuckles, torn and bleeding but I felt no pain. I blocked that shit out. Always had. It was only ever darkness.
Honeymoon
