Page 96 of Runaway in the Mafia
It was fucking perfect. If only I could get rid of the frustration twitching under my veins. There was an annoying voice in my head. One that started with a whisper that was building up to an obnoxious buzz.She doesn’t want it as much as I do.Her willingness to take an out had proved it. Given the chance, she’d drop me like a firecracker and bolt for the exit. It didn’t sit right with me. Made my blood boil in my veins. I had the paper. I’d announced it to the world. But nothing would stop my wife from running if she found the opportunity.
My head throbbed, and the hand around my whiskey tightened. The conversations around me dimmed to a buzz. Secrets and sins. I thought I’d be done with that. I’d thought getting rid of a limp dicked, wife beater would be it. But knowing she hadn’t invited any of her family told me there was a whole fucking bible of it hidden behind her veiled eyes. I was getting fucking impatient. Desperate to see her naked, without the layer of secrets.
I didn’t want to be the one to force the truth out of her. I’d promised myself I’d give her time. I’d let her lead the path to her life. I’d already forced her hand by backing her into this marriage. But I’d told myself I couldn’t… wouldn’t force feed everything about our marriage. Jesus fuck, it hurt to wait, and knowing she wanted an out had brought a wrench to my patience. The bolts were loosening fast, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold on.
I wanted her to trust me. With everything she had. One day, I hoped she’d come to me. Tell me everything about her. The irrational monster in me wanted that day to be today.
In my fucking dreams.
I sighed and skimmed my gaze to the right. Antonio was huddled in a corner, a hand on his wife’s waist and a grip on her chin. It looked very fucking intense. Two seconds passed before little Cora shoved her way in between. Antonio’s groan of frustration carried over to me as he reluctantly took a step back. Cora stood before Divya, her arms crossed, body locked in defiance. Whatever he was trying to push through wasn’t working. Both the girls giggled in perfect mother-daughter amity when my consiglierewhirled and came towards me, carrying an annoyed glare. This was the reason Divya was my favourite of all the wives of my men. She was the only one to rattle his nerves like a gorilla in a cage.
“That fucking saree.” Antonio dropped into the chair next to me.
I shrugged. It was nice. But not as beautiful as it was on my wife.
My wife.
“It’s nine yards of a mystery.”
“Not anymore,” I muttered, my gaze on my wife, over the rim of my glass.
He eyed me with a grin. “Unwrapped it already, huh?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Couldn’t wait till the end of the day?”
“No fucking way.”
Antonio palmed his face and groaned into it. “To think I held out until the end of the day.”
“It’s practically a sex invitation.”
“What’s a sex invitation?”
I looked up to find Martello standing behind me, a half-puffed cigarette in his hand and annoyance in his attitude. My brother-in-law and I weren’t a match made in heaven. Hewanted my sister all to himself, and I couldn’t help reminding him that I knew her way before he ever set eyes on her.
I couldn’t handle five minutes with him without him rubbing up against me in an annoying way. He very well thought the same about me. The tip of my tongue burned with a snide remark. But Antonio shot me a warning glare and intervened. “A saree.”
“A woman in a saree,” I corrected.Mine specifically.
Martello’s cynical gaze followed Divya and Ahana. “Really?”
“Get Daria to wear one and you’ll get it.”
I glared at Antonio. “Jackass, we’re talking about my little sister.”
“My wife now.” My brother-in-law jumped in to set me right.Cunt.“It looks like a fuck load of trouble.”
I agree.
“To rip it off.”
I groaned and closed my eyes to block the imagery of him ripping anything off my sister.
“Hmm…” My eyes snapped open to catch Antonio’s pensive gaze on Divya. I couldn’t help but follow his line of thought smoothly.
“Test drive.”
