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It’s for this reason I keep my mouth shut to prevent curses from flowing out.I paint a huge fake smile on my face and nod at both Arturo and Leandro, totally ignoring Clemente.And finally, I find my voice and tell them in a sugary sweet voice, “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me.It’s been a pleasure meeting both of you.But it seems I have a hot date with a shower along with some quiet me time.”
I spin on my heels and lazily remove myself from the room, adding a sway to my hips in an effort to show class and grace and give nothing away from the anger and hate flowing through me.
Because in this moment?I would like nothing more than to wrap my fingers around my future husband’s neck and wring them hard enough to prevent our marriage altogether.Asshole.
CHAPTER THREE
Be grateful I didn’t shoot
— CLEMENTE —
“Why do I have the feelingyou just kicked a top bred puppy?”Leandro grumbles.
Arturo whistles low.“Kicked a puppy?Nah, dude.He just dug a hole and shoved a perfectly fine woman into the dirt she doesn’t belong in.I’m pretty damn sure you just created an enemy out of your future wife.Good luck surviving the night lying next to that one.”
I hate to admit it, but both of them are right.
“I’ll deal with it,” I grumble and let my fingers slide against the side of my head to make sure my hair is still perfectly styled back.Who am I kidding?It’s a nervous tick and I’m doing it because I damn well know I fucked up.
When my uncle informed me about the necessary arranged marriage I instantly agreed.Not only because it was needed to make sure the cartel backed off, but also because it was expected for a man in my position.The head of the Famiglia needs to have a wife, and most definitely must produce an heir.It was time I fulfilled this part of my responsibility.
The whole deal and the necessity of it made my interest fade to get into the details of who the woman was.I’ve always trusted my uncle blindly and would face my future wife when she was standing before me.All I knew is that they considered her the beauty of Italy.
Who knew my uncle picked Francesco Rosellinno’s daughter to become my wife?The attempt to assassinate him is legendary in our world.Mainly due to his wife, who killed the assassin and gave her life to save her husband, who was the underboss at that time.
I clear my throat and push everything involving Rina into the back of my mind.“First we need to deal with Fredo.”And, fuck, so much for pushing Rina to the back of my mind, because I have to give it to her, “I think Rina was right.”
“Yeah,” Leandro growls.“I agree.That fucker is fondling our dicks.Trying to keep us pleased and looking the other way while he can continue to fuck his own hand.”
Arturo shakes his head.“Could you try to talk normally instead of sketching visuals I really don’t want or need inside my head?”
“He’s fucking with us,” Leandro snaps.
I release a sigh of frustration.“We’re all in agreement about that part.Now, how are we going to make sure we nip this shit in the bud and end it?”
Leandro snickers.“Nip it in the butt.”
