Page 29 of Unruly Protector
His eyes eventually hit mine again and I simply shrug.“Your uncle and my grandmother didn’t spare me any details about their personal experiences.Some I take as stored knowledge, others I will take to heart, but some I might need to witness and or experience for myself.”
His eyes dilate with utter lust while the vision of taking his dick into my mouth slides into my mind.
I swallow hard, point at Leandro and Arturo, while I squeak, “I’m talking about that, not—” I’m about to spit out a fat lie.I take a breath and finally add, “Whatever.But I’m not liking the sound of cum hitting my eyeballs.”
Clemente starts to laugh again and catches me by surprise when he drags me against him and gives me a toe-curling kiss.My fingers spread wrinkles in his crisp shirt from the way I bury my fists into the fabric to pull him closer.
“Keep it in your pants till after the wedding.It can’t be that hard,” Leandro snickers.“Just a couple more hours.”
Clemente pulls back but brushes his nose against mine.Such tenderness radiates from his eyes and definitely not something one would expect from the head of a mafia Famiglia.But most definitely a rarity within an arranged marriage.
And in this instant, I allow my heart to fall, knowing Clemente will always gather me in his arms to pull me close.His actions let me believe our connection is as real as our feelings for one another that starts to evolve and shift into adoration, and might someday bloom into love.
“Thanks for being so much more than I ever thought a woman could be.”Emotion shimmers through his words that are spoken on a low whisper.His eyebrows scrunch up and it’s as if he voices an admittance on an inner thought to himself, “Let alone add value to my strength as the head of the Famiglia.A prosperous better half.”
I feel my cheeks heat from his words and tilt my head toward him to whisper back, “You’re not bad yourself either.”In an effort to lighten the mood I add, “You’ve become a little less asshole-ish every day.Either that or I’m building up a high tolerance.”
The corner of his mouth twitches as he places one more kiss against the side of my lips and turns us toward Arturo and Leandro.
One man’s death, another person’s start of a brand-new side of living.Bottom line?One should never have any regrets; embrace your own choices and face consequences, wherever they might lead you.
Though where I stand in life is a hell of a lot better than where Daniel is standing.
CHAPTER NINE
Way too merciful
— CLEMENTE —
Iwatch how Arturoand Leandro wrap the rope around Daniel’ legs, making sure everything is tight before they cut him from the chair and start to pull him up to make him hang upside down from the beam.They made sure to wrap another rope around his torso to keep his arms pinned to his body.He looks like a cocooned caterpillar.
If my woman wasn’t here with me, my hands would be washed in Daniel’s blood.But the way Rina suggested this asshole comes to his end is actually very fitting.It will take hours and it’s not much work for us.
In fact, we can get married while he, so to say, hangs in there.We might not have hours and hours because this way of dying isn’t very predictable.It all depends on the person in question and Daniel’ body already has injuries.
Two bullet wounds have weakened his body.And hanging upside down with all his insides pressing on his lungs and heart won’t make him last long.And I didn’t even mention the blood rushing to his head and putting pressure on his brain.Yes, all of it is a suitable choice in this situation.
