“She was murdered in her bed.”
“Who could have done…no. It can’t be. Please tell me it’s not the Colombos.”
“I doubt they had anything to do with this. I’m certain they didn’t,” I lie to ease her fears. “We’ve got a lot of enemies out there, babe. It may have something to do with Marco or even Graziella’s family. You know the Moretti’s aren’t innocent either.”
“She’s gone?” Mila whispers.
“Yes.”
“Does anyone have any idea? Wait…where was Marco?”
“Here. With Serena.”
“Bastard,” she mutters angrily.
“Yeah, I thought the same, but he could have been dead had he been there.”
“Or she might still be alive if he had,” Mila disputes.
“Either way, we’ll find who did this. They will pay. I just have to keep you all here at home until we do find them.”
“Alessandro, I’m not about to live my life like a prisoner!”
“You have no choice, Mila,” I point out.
“Yes, the fuck I do! People will always be after you guys! You said so yourself, and if I spend my life cowering in fear, then I might as well kill myself and die now!” she argues.
Shoving her off my lap, I throw my wife onto the bed. Straddling her, I pin her arms over her head.
“Don’t you fucking ever say that again! Do you hear me?”
“Alessan—”
“Do. You. Fucking. Hear me!” I growl.
Tears spring to her eyes as she nods.
I feel horrible for treating her this way, but I cannot stand the pain of losing her or my kids. They are my entire world.
“Mila, I’m sorry, baby,” I say as tears stream from the corners of her eyes.
She turns her head away when I try to kiss her.
“Baby, please forgive me. I would die without you,” I say, pressing my lips to the corners of hers.
Slowly, she turns her head back my way, capturing my lips with her own she sucks them. Our kiss is passionate and desperate. I nudge her legs open, and her hands go to the waistband of her pants as she struggles to pull them off.
Climbing off her, I rid her of her pants and then mine before pushing her legs up and over my shoulders. I slide into her slick heat. She’s already fucking wet. What a goddamn turn-on.
“Alessandro,” she whimpers when I shove into her with force.
I can’t help myself. All the bottled-up emotions from this morning come barreling through my heart and out my cock. Fear of losing her and thoughts of my life before her arrival shake me.
Mila doesn’t know the man that I am right now. How can she when I don’t recognize him myself?
I continue to slam into her body recklessly, and with such force, I know I must be hurting her. She doesn’t complain but instead receives me, pulling my head down again to kiss me.
My anger for my unseen enemy is being taken out on my wife’s body. She receives me repeatedly before pulling her legs free from my shoulders, opting to wrap them around my back. Her hands are a balm, healing all that’s wrong with me, soothing every heartache.