The Butcher's Wife

Chapter Seven

One month later

Giovanni watched as his beautiful wife turned in the mirror, trying her hardest to see the ink she’d had done the moment they got back.

Valentina had approached him, asked if he thought it was the right thing to do, and he’d asked her what she wanted to do.

This had been her decision.

Scars or ink, he loved her no matter what.

He hadn’t told her about his feelings, not yet. She wasn’t ready to know the full extent of his feelings for her. With him back and working for Thomas Rossi, he had to be careful about expressing his feelings. When it came to his wife, she was all that he cared about. He wanted the best for her, and for too long, she hadn’t been getting enough.

Her parents had always pushed her aside and made her feel unworthy. Even when it came to Leonardo Rossi.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“It is going to look amazing. How are you feeling?”

The ink was all the way over her back, but Valentina hadn’t been happy with just her back. She’d gotten some ink on her stomach, vines that had come around her waist, and then, she had even had some on her legs.

It had taken a couple of days for his guy to do it, but Giovanni knew it would be good. He would only ever allow the best guys to work on his wife.

“I’m fine. I mean, it no longer itches, which is good, and I’ve been using the ointment.” She moved toward him.

To help the healing process of her ink, she’d been wearing clothes that were way too large for her, and they pretty much hung off her body.

“We’ve got that benefit next week,” he said, being careful where he placed his hands, not wanting to hurt her.

She wrinkled her nose. “Isn’t that where all the men take their mistresses?” Valentina asked.

“Yes.”

“Who will you be taking?”

“What part of we’ve got that benefit didn’t you get?”

Her eyes went wide. “You want to take me to that thing?”

“You are my wife.”

“But, I thought…”

He cupped her face and tilted her head back. “What? That I was only going to impress you until I got bored? That I had some other woman waiting in the wings?” Even though she had the tattoo, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her. That had made for some rather inventive time together.

It didn’t stop him from fucking her pussy from behind or teasing that luscious ass. He couldn’t wait to fuck it. To spread her cheeks open and watch her tight asshole spread around his dick as he took her.

There would be time for that.

“Babe, you’re the only person I want. The only woman I want. I’ve got no intention of ever taking a mistress.”

“The others do.”

“I’m not the others. I’m yours, just as you’re mine.” He pressed his lips against hers. “And I think it will be the perfect venue for you to show off your amazing ink.” It was close to being healed, and he’d already picked out the perfect dress for her.

After letting go of her, he went into the closet and pulled out a zipped-up bag.

“Giovanni, what is this?” she asked.