Married to the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family 1)

He carries me over his shoulder and down the plane stairs. I don’t know what to say since I was so mean to him, saying things in anger and striking him. What if he doesn’t forgive me? He sets me down and helps me into the back seat of his SUV without a word.

And it stays that way—the road back home is full of silence. I’m scared to speak first, so I don’t speak at all, finding the window much more interesting. He only speaks to his driver, and then his phone rings. “We’ll be there in two minutes. Your daughter is with me,” he snarls into the phone before hanging up.

Your daughter? He didn’t refer to me as his wife at all. I sit back and look out the window, seeing nothing but my own devastation peering back at me. It feels like the longest ride in history as the silence screams between us.

As soon as we reach the estate, my parents pull me into their arms, hugging me like crazy. “She needs to get to bed and have a doctor examine her,” Domani informs my parents, tugging me away from them.

“I’m fine. I don’t need a doctor. He didn’t hurt me.”

“Very well. Still, it’s time for bed.” He walks me up to the bedroom we share and says, “Take a shower and get some sleep.” He leaves me standing there with my mouth open and heart crumbling like I deserve.

Chapter Ten

Domani

I walk her to our bedroom and leave. Watching how scared of me she was, I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for making her hate me. She refused to even look my way the entire ride. I wanted to grab her by the chin and make her speak to me, but she’s suffered enough rough treatment for a lifetime. Still, my heart cracked, knowing I’m the one who caused this. Marching back upstairs and demanding that she listen to me plays through my head, but the best thing for me to do is calm down. Right now, I could kill a motherfucker, and although I’d never physically hurt her, I’m not in the mood to be civil.

For now, I’m going to direct my anger where it belongs and deal with the asshole that had the nerve to steal my wife. I only knew of Cormack’s brother from hushed whispers, and I had no idea how fucking nuts he really was.

I meet my men where they have Peter Delaney located.

I know Cormack isn’t involved because he adores his wife like I worship Aria, and he’s made it clear that he doesn’t care for his brother Peter at all because he knows he’s a piece of shit. It was a pure shock to see that Peter stole her from me. I can’t wash that image from my head of her relaxing like she was going on vacation. If I hadn’t seen Aria pop him on the head, I would have sworn she was content with being with him. I have to believe that she was playing it cool so he wouldn’t snap and kill her.

I’m just about to hop into my vehicle when Cormack steps out of the shadows. My gun is ready along with three of my men who take my left and right, and he raises up his hands in a motion of truce. I never had a problem with Cormack before, but I will not hesitate to kill him if he tries to stop me from handling his piece-of-shit brother. “I’m going with you,” he says. There’s no way in hell he came to tell me to grant him mercy.

I wave my men to stand down. “Delaney, I’m not going to spare his life. He stole my wife. You’re wasting your breath and my time.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to say it. I want him dead as much as you do. Blood or not, he’s crossed the line in more than ways than I can count. I should have done it years ago but keeping him from Gloria and our family has been my only goal. I believe he killed his wife and my father.”

“I’ll get you those answers, but after that he won’t be departing this building with a pulse.” Or body parts intact, if I have my way.

“I want to be the one to kill him.” I look at him and see that there’s a vehemence. “I failed Aria too. I had seen his attraction to her years ago, but I thought he’d moved on. The last time he mentioned her name it wasn’t sexual or with interest.”

“He played it cool, but Aria’s my wife and I should have made sure she was protected, and I let those fucks into my home.”

“How about we do this together?”

“That I can agree with.” We shake hands and he joins me in my vehicle. All my thoughts should be on what I’m going to do to the asshole tied up, but in reality, they’re on my wife. I want Aria to love me the way I love her, but I killed any chance of that. We make it to the warehouse that’s been abandoned for twenty years, or at least so authorities and realtors believe.