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“Asshole,” I spit loud and in full anger at his face.
He did mention I could be myself when it’s just the two of us, right?So, the hell with holding back, he sure doesn’t.
“You’re right, I call it the way I see it and you are one huge freaking selfish asshole.Go and deal with your business while I slap some lipstick on to look pretty and be a good freaking wife.”
“No need to add lipstick or look pretty, you’re already mine.”He looks down his nose at me as if I don’t matter, and it really rises the need inside me to poke his eye out with my middle finger.
Swallow your pride, my inner voice repetitively tries.And this time I decide to listen because going head-to-head is getting us nowhere.We’re not even married and are trying to lash out at every turn.
I take a calming breath and plaster a tight smile on my face.“Thank you for the reminder, and for your help with my cousin.If you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready for my meeting with your sister.”
I give him a nod and head for the stairs, cursing him seven ways to Sunday in my head while killing him slowly.Gosh, it’s nice to have private time in your head and the ability to keep killing him over and over to lessen some of my frustrations.
CHAPTER FIVE
I vote for killing them
— CLEMENTE —
Istorm into my officeand slam the door shut behind me.
“I’m guessing your future wife is already drawing blood from underneath your fingernails?”Leandro states with a little laughter in his voice.
“It’s my own damn fault,” I snap.“I didn’t know what to expect and should have been more prepared instead of going in blind.And you.”I point at Arturo.“You keep your cock reserved for your future wife.I’m damn sick of hearing rumors about my underboss’ cock qualities instead of his ruthless torture abilities.”
“You’re the one with the outstanding torture reputation.I’m the one with the knife throwing qualities while Leandro has flawless aim no matter what weapon he’s palming.The rumors about my cock abilities are spread by jealous fucks who can’t get laid.They rave about me to throw the focus off themselves.Jealous assholes I tell you.”Arturo has a damn grin in place and I’m man enough to admit I’d like to punch it off his face just for the hell of it.
My phone rings with an unknown number.That’s the second time today.The first time I didn’t answer because I was working out.This time I will and maybe I can throw some anger at this unknown person calling me.
“State you’re fucking business,” I growl into my phone.
“Clemente, your sister, Gracy, gave me your number.I’m Beck.I’m friends with—”
“With my sister as well as Henley Pierce.Beck Roman.You’re Henley’s old cellmate.I know exactly who you are.No one comes near my sister without a thorough background check.Now, I repeat, state your business.”I never denied being an asshole.I absolutely am, but a softy never becomes the head of the Famiglia.
“Then you’re probably aware of the reason why I went to prison.This also happens to be the reason why I’m calling.Gracy suggested I ask you for help since you practically own the state of California.Her words, not mine,” Beck chuckles.
