Page 97 of Runaway in the Mafia
Except myconsiglierehad the patience to wait, eye fucking his wife from his chair. I didn’t. I was off my seat and striding towards her to their rude chuckles and cat calls.Idiots.You’d think we were in high school, not grown ass made men carrying weapons on our hips.
“Time to take off.” Daria and Lia, standing next to my wife, looked at me like I’d grown twice in size. I had. They were just looking at the wrong head.
“You have got to be kidding me, Ale, the party just started,” Daria said, her expression stunned.
“Don’t care. It’s my party, and I’m ending it.” I wrapped my hand around Ahana’s wrist and tugged.
She, of course, yanked her hand back and stepped away. “No.”
For fuck’s sake.“Ahana.” I gave her a warning glare. It should have cut off any words she thought to spit out.
All it did was notch her determination up the scale. “It’s my party too, and I’m staying.”
Bullshit.She just didn’t want to go home with me. She hated this shit as much as I did. I glared. She fumed. My jaw strained. “You should know better than to disobey me.”
“And you should know better than to order me.”
We glared at each other. We were in our own bubble. Vaguely, I registered my sister’s interest bouncing in between us. But the pretty little scowl across from me got all my fucking attention.
I wasn’t giving in. It was my fucking party, and it was continuing back home on my silk sheets. Where I’d wanted her from day one. I was done with fucking her against a wall. Then she cocked her head, twisted her lips into a sultry smile, and whispered a line that got me. Fucking hell. It hit my chest. At close-range.
“I want to enjoy this wedding.”
My jaw ground. Of course, she used that line on purpose. “Fine.” I couldn’t believe I was doing this. “One hour.”
“Three.”
“Don’t mistake me for a fucking monk. One and a half.”
“Two.” She was enjoying it.
Turned out I was, too. “One and a half on the dot.” But it didn’t stop me from wrapping my hand around her waist and smashing my lips to hers. When I came back for air, our audience had disappeared. I tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear and whispered the next words. “And the next time youdisobey me, I’m tossing you over my shoulder and shutting you up with my cock.”
One hourand thirty minutes later, the guests watched in stunned amusement as I burst out of the party with my wife’s hand laced in mine. They could party into the next morning for all I cared. I was going home and fucking my wife to next Sunday.
Her frustration was palpable as I shoved her in the car and buckled her in. I got the mayor and the priest to come to Mamma’s house to get all the white line shit done. And it had nothing to do with welcoming them to Carlo’s home and everything to do with making her mine. As soon as possible. And now it was time to start the next phase of our marriage. Besides, I wasn’t going through another second of a jackass’s eyes on my wife’s body or another uncle’s leery gaze virtually tearing her saree off. The only tearing would be done by me and soon.
I ignored her annoyed glare when I slid into the car. Instead, I started the motor and left a cloud of dust behind us.
“You know this is not how a normal wedding works, right?”
My agitation from earlier brewed. I didn’t need a fucking reminder of the fucker who’d had her before me. “A normal wedding or yours to that wet noodle?”
A sound of frustration filled the car. “I mean normal, as in everyone else’s wedding. You know, the ones who’re not lunatics.”
My gaze flicked to hers. Hers was angry and focused to the front. Arms crossed, lips thinned.Let it go.But the sheet of annoyance rippling under my skin made me go looking for it.
“I am curious, though.”Stop it.“How did your other wedding go? Bet he didn’t make you come twice before the ceremony.”
An angry gasp left her body, but she ignored my bait. “Indian weddings are different to yours.”
“Yeah?” I didn’t relent. Couldn’t. “If you wanted an Indian wedding, Mamma would have been more than happy to arrange it for you. But you didn’t, did you?”
Silence.
My blistering glare darted to her.
“Funny that you didn’t even want your family to come for it. Your dad is in your locket, but he’s not important enough to attend your wedding? What are you hiding from me again?”
