Page 45 of Ruthless God

He turned and headed for the door before I could say anything. “I’m going to leave before you start one of your lectures.”

The door shut behind him, leaving me alone once more with my thoughts, and feeling so fucking restless, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Jesus fucking Christ. One day of marriage, and I was already feeling out of sorts. Luna was much more than I bargained for, that was for fucking sure.

I leaned back against the chair, the office suddenly too quiet for my liking. I stared at the glass of scotch, downed it, and stood, leaving for the gym.

I doubted I could work out all this restless energy I had with my wife.

Hell.

11

LUNA

I wokeup with a startled gasp and looked around the room.

I…actuallyslept?

In Massimo’s arms. I blushed, thinking back to the memory.

Geez, way to keep up my guard around the man. I fell asleep in his arms. He could have done anything to me.

He could have done anything to me while I was awake. It wasn’t like I was much of a match for the man. I grimaced at the thought, my hand moving over to the space on the bed where Massimo had lain with me. It was cold. I doubted a man like him actually took midday naps. Hopefully, he’d left as soon as I had fallen asleep, although…

I didn’t want to think about that.

I shook my head and got out of bed. The sun was still shining brightly through the window, which told me I hadn’t slept for that long.

I wished I had slept longer because now that I was up, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Go back downstairs? What if I run into Lettie or Elena?

I didn’t even want to think about how that would go.

Or worse yet, what if I ran into Massimo?

But then… should I just stay in the room for the rest of the day?

That held no appeal either.

I hated how lost I was feeling now. That I was in a strange house I didn’t feel like I belonged in… like I would never belong in.

Before I could really make the decision, the door to the room opened. It wasn’t loud, but I still jumped, my heart pounding in my chest. I turned to see Massimo standing there, his expression neutral… or severe, depending on the angle.

Massimo De Luca wasn’t an easy man to read. Not at all, especially since I had been so adept at reading Andre’s expressions and those of the made men who frequented the house. But Massimo…

He was dangerous.

I quickly looked down at the blanket in front of me. He let out a small sigh, and it took everything in me not to flinch at the slight sound.

“Will you always be like this?” Massimo asked. His footsteps thudded over the hardwood floor as he walked. “Will you always be this meek, this shy?”

I didn’t know what to say to that. He had more of a choice than I did in picking a partner for marriage. Had he wanted someone confident, more outspoken—someone like Lina—he should have spoken up about that during the engagement dinner. Admittedly, I had half expected him to do so after meeting Lina and me for the first time.

“Will you always bring out the worst in me?” he asked, his voice a mere whisper. I wasn’t even sure if I had heard him correctly.

I frowned at him before I could think better of it. He smirked at the expression on my face, and I quickly tried not to showanything as he approached. He cupped my cheek. I thanked my lucky stars I didn’t flinch from the move.

His thumb pressed against my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth before I could think better of it. A dark look entered his eyes. He wore a similar expression on our wedding night. Just as he did before ridding me of my dress and…

I quickly shook away the thought.

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