Page 17 of His Brother's Wife
Ama slapped his face, hard. “I don’t belong to anyone,asshole. Remember that. Ichooseto be with Enda because I love him.”
“I will ruin both of you. Both of you! Get out of my house, all of you. You,” Jackson snapped at Raffaelo now. “Take your whore and get out.”
Inca gave him the finger and Raffaelo smirked. “Pathetic child. Ama, how long will it take you to pack your stuff?”
“Ten minutes, tops.”
Raffaelo nodded at Enda, who was still amped up, ready to kill Jackson if needed. “Go with her, Enda. We’ll make sure the toddler here is occupied.”
Olivier nodded at Enda, his arms still locked around Jackson, who was just grinning openly now. As Ama walked past him, he spat at her, his saliva spattering across her face. Ama merely kept walking, wiping her face, and tugging Enda with her.
Jackson stopped struggling and instead decided to stare at Inca, who regarded him coolly. His eyes ran up and down her body. Inca glanced at Raffaelo and grinned at him. He rolled his eyes.
“Is she a good fuck, Raffaelo? She looks like she’s a good fuck …nice tight little cu …”
Inca calmly stepped up to Jackson and smashed her knee into his balls. “Quiet,boy,” she said in a cold voice. “You’re on very,verythin ice.”
“Seconded,” Raffaelo said and took Inca’s hand. Olivier tried to hide a grin.
Jackson groaned, bent double with pain. “Fuckers. You have no idea what I could do to you all. None of you will get away with this.”
Olivier gave an exasperated sigh. “Jackson, haven’t you learned yet? You have no power here. None. Dad’s gone. Ama’s gone. Stop with the empty threats. Grow up.”
Ama and Enda came back in, Enda pulling her suitcase. Jackson smiled at Ama. “Aren’t you going to say goodbye, baby?”
Ama didn’t even look at him. “Thank you, Olly. Raff. Thank you, Inca.”
And, hand-in-hand with Enda, she walked out the Gallo house forever.
Outside, he stopped her and took her in his arms. “You love me?”
“I know it’s crazy fast, but, yes, Enda Gallo, I love you.”
Enda grinned and kissed her. “Ti amo, Amalia Rai.Ti amo.”
Three months later …
Sorrento, Italy …
Enda took her nipple into his mouth and Ama sighed, running her hands over his head and shoulders as he sucked and teased the tiny bud. When they were so sensitive she could scream, he moved up to kiss her and slid his huge engorged cock into her, Ama’s legs wrapping themselves around his waist.
They had been living in Italy together for three months now, and it had been the happiest time in Ama’s life. The villa that Raffaelo had found for them was airy and spacious, and rustic enough that Ama felt that she was really in a different world. It had wooden shutters at the windows and delicate, white voile drapes that billowed out into the rooms, giving them a dream-like quality.
When they had left San Francisco, Ama had called the dean of the conservatory, explained the situation, and asked for a sabbatical. Given the circumstances, the dean had agreed, but still, Ama felt bad about leaving them in the lurch. Enda had arranged for Selima to have a private security team, and although her sister chafed against the invasion of privacy, she had been horrified to find out what Ama had been through. Ama had tried, without success, to have her move to Italy with them, but Selima, finally free to do what she liked, had refused.
“I’m sorry, Ama, but I have a life here now. I’ll take the bodyguard, but otherwise, it’s business as usual. Go to Italy with your gorgeous man and be happy.”
And Amawashappy. Her father hadn’t been. He screamed at her about disloyalty and dishonor until she’d had enough.
“Dad …you pimped both of your daughters out to men who beat and raped them. Who has the dishonor?”
Her uncle, Omar, had stepped in and defended her. “Gajendra, this has gone far enough. You do not have the right.”
Gajendra, his pride hurt and his business shaky, swore never to talk to his daughters again. Hurt but defiant, Amalia told him it was his loss.
“I guess we’re both orphans now, baby,” she told Enda, trying to put a brave face on it, but when she burst into tears, he held her tightly.
“You are my family, Amalia Rai. You, Olly, Selima, Raff, and Inca. I think myself a very lucky man.”
