Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I’m just glad that fucker didn’t manage to actually have his way with me like he intended, thanks to Matteo’s and Angelo’s quick actions.
Now that we’ve finally made our way back to Matteo’s house, I breathe a sigh of relief as we step into the hallway. Despite the fact that I’ve been locked up here for so long, it makes me feel much safer to be here now that I know Matteo has my back. Especially knowing that Lucio is finally gone from this earth. He’ll no longer chase me for the money I owed him, and I’m finally free from the burden I carried with me for so long.
Free from the pain Lucio inflicted on me.
And I’m glad that bastard is finally in the hell he deserves to be for the rest of eternity.
Lucio’s house was completely ravaged by the raid the De Silva men did, and all the Agostini bodies that were left behind got cleaned up by a company Matteo apparently always hires to get rid of evidence before the cops show up and ask questions no one wants to answer.
Some of Lucio’s men dispersed and ran for their lives, but Matteo’s men will find them regardless. There’s no hiding from a De Silva, that I know firsthand.
Suddenly, Sarah and Leticia come running down the stairs, only to hug me tightly.
“Oh, I’m so glad you’re safe, Mrs. De Silva!” Sarah says.
“I’m so happy he managed to get you back,” Leticia says. “I was so worried.”
I hug them back. “Thanks, guys, I missed you too.”
“I’ll go grab some drinks,” Sarah says.
“No, no, bring the liquor,” Angelo says. “I need a drink.”
Matteo rolls his eyes. “Fine, let’s go with some liquor.”
“Good choice, sir,” Leticia says, and they both walk off into the kitchen.
Angelo looks around the mansion as he walks about. “This old place really needs someone to give it a little … shine,” Angelo muses. “A woman’s hand, perhaps?”
I chuckle and turn toward Angelo. “Hey, can I just say … thank you for what you did.”
“For what? I wasn’t even the gallant knight that came to save you.”
“No, that gallant knight happened to be me,” Matteo muses.
Angelo smirks. “Happy to help you prop up your ego for your little wifey.”
“Wifey?” I croak.
“Yeah …” He points at us. “You two are still married, right?”
Matteo and I both look at each other, a blush spreading on my cheeks. I don’t even know what to say, so I just smile, and so does Matteo.
“Thought so,” Angelo says. “Well, I’m glad I could help you get rid of that son of a bitch who got in the way of your happiness.”
Sarah and Leticia come back in with a tray filled with different bottles of liquor and some salty snacks, and they place them all on the small table in the hallway.
“There you go,” Sarah says.
“Thank you, ladies,” Matteo responds.
He probably doesn’t want them listening in on our conversations and turning it into gossip.
Leticia and Sarah both walk back up the stairs, throwing glances at Angelo like he’s their favorite, and I can see why. The guy is handsome as hell, and most definitely Matteo’s brother because they’re two peas in a pod.
Matteo grabs a bottle of bourbon to fill up three glasses. “Lucio’s death calls for a celebration.”
“True, true. Although I don’t understand how a fucker like that got a house that massive,” Angelo says.
“Stealing,” Matteo responds.
“But what’s going to happen to the house now that he’s gone?” I ask.
“A makeover,” Angelo answers with a lopsided grin. “For its new owner.”
Matteo frowns as he hands us all a glass of liquor. “Who?”
Angelo’s smile broadens. “Me.”
We both look at him like he’s lost his mind.
“Cheers!” He clinks his glass against ours and takes a sip.
My jaw drops. “Wait, but the Agostini family will never acc—”
“Who cares? They can try to fight me over it,” Angelo boasts.
“Dad won’t approve,” Matteo tells him.
Angelo shrugs. “I guess we’re both disappointing sons, then.”
Matteo rolls his eyes. “You know, I’m impressed because I already know you’re going to spin this in a way that Dad will see as a benefit to him and drag him into your devious plan.”
Angelo points at Matteo with his glass. “See, now you get the picture.”
We all laugh, and Angelo chugs his drink and sets it down. “Well, anyway, I should leave you two to whatever it is young married couples do.” He winks.
“Like you don’t know.”
“No, I actually don’t. I’m not married.” He gives us an awkward wave as he heads back out. “See you both later.”
“Thanks for the help,” Matteo says.
“It was nice to meet you,” I say.
“Likewise. You two make a great match,” he responds, before walking out of the house.
When the door closes with a thud, we’re left with just the two of us, and the air has never been thicker with tension than it is now. I thought it’d be easier after the sex, but I was wrong … it’s way, way worse because every step he takes toward me feels like thunder in a chest locked inside my heart, and he’s the only one who holds the key.