Page 377 of Under Her Skin
Jackson scrambled to his feet, wiping his mouth, and then stopped, looking between Enda and Ama. “Jesus Christ …you’refuckingher.You’re fucking my wife.Bastard!”
He threw himself at Enda, but Olivier stepped between them and took the full force of Jackson’s rage. They both staggered back, and it took Raffaelo to steady the pair. Olivier got his arms around his younger brother. “Stop.Stop.”
“You filthy Italian cocksucker,” Jackson screamed at Enda, who glowered at him, “I’ll fucking kill you, I’ll killbothof you.” He struggled against his brother’s hold, turning his white-hot anger on Ama. “Bitch whore. I knew the precious princess act was fake. How long have you been opening your legs forhim?”
Suddenly, Ama lost her temper. She extricated herself from Inca’s arms and went to Jackson. “Do you want to know how long, Jackson? Do you really want to know?Our wedding night, Jackson. And do you know what else? I don’t regret one moment of it because I’m in love with Enda. That’s right, Ilovehim. He’s my world now, and you’re just a bug on a windshield to me. Do you really want to me to tell them all what you do to me? How you raped me, beat me, and threatened to have my sister raped too? My father’s business ruined? Fuck you, Jackson Gallo, you’re not worth one billionth of Enda, or Olivier, oranyone.”
There were tears pouring down her face now. “I’m leaving you and seeking an annulment. Screw you. Screw my father for doing this to Selima andme.”
Jackson smiled nastily. “I’ll never agree to a divorce, Amalia. Never. You belong tome.”
Ama slapped his face, hard. “I don’t belong to anyone,asshole. Remember that. Ichooseto be with Enda because I lovehim.”
“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 getout.”
Inca gave him the finger and Raffaelo smirked. “Pathetic child. Ama, how long will it take you to pack yourstuff?”
“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 isoccupied.”
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 withher.
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 hiseyes.
“Is she a good fuck, Raffaelo? She looks like she’s a good fuck …nice tight littlecu…”
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,verythinice.”
“Seconded,” Raffaelo said and took Inca’s hand. Olivier tried to hide agrin.
Jackson groaned, bent double with pain. “Fuckers. You have no idea what I could do to you all. None of you will get away withthis.”
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. Growup.”
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 houseforever.
Outside, he stopped her and took her in his arms. “You loveme?”
“I know it’s crazy fast, but, yes, Enda Gallo, I loveyou.”
Enda grinned and kissed her. “Ti amo, Amalia Rai.Tiamo.”
Three months later…
Sorrento,Italy…
Enda tookher 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 hiswaist.
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-likequality.
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, hadrefused.
“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 behappy.”
