Page 90 of Nanny to the Mafia

“I am waiting for Divya to be free. I’ll take her any day,” Marco sniggered.

A flash of rage sparked inside me. I clenched my fists. It was going to be one of those days.

Marco laughed, glancing at Angelo. “He’s never going to give in. That wreck is going to happen soon.”

If I wasn’t knocking him down, then I was going to cancel that order for new chairs.

“Get the hell out of my office,” I growled. “I am sick of your fucking metaphors.”

“Yeah, that must be the reason.” Marco stood up and walked to the door to join Angelo. “I want it noted, though, that both Angelo and I are against it.” Angelo high-fived him at the door.

“Piss the fuck off. My marriage. My rules. Just keep your fucking mouths shut.”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll just have to be here to glue the pieces together,” Marco told Angelo.

“Story of our lives.” Angelo let out an exaggerated sigh. He opened the door to let them out. “Such a twat,” he muttered under his breath.

My head shot up. “I heard that,” I yelled through the closing door.

A silent house greeted me. It bothered me more than I liked to admit that she wasn’t downstairs waiting to have dinner. She took away the pleasure of dining alone from me. I found Rosa setting the table for one.

“Dov’è Divya?”

Rosa shot me an angry look. “Did you fight with her again?”

“Why?” Worry crept into my body.

Things had been awkward, but we weren’t really fighting, were we?

“Because she was sad the whole day,” Rosa snapped. “You must have done something. You make that girl sad all the time. She went off to bed without even eating.”

I dropped my bag onto the table. “Put the food away,” I said as I made my way to the stairs.

“Ah, now what? Mamma Mia! What is with you two? I make all this food, and it is in vain now.”

I let her lament and sprinted up the stairs and into our room to find her sleeping, the lights still on in the room. I listened to her breathing. She wasn’t sleeping.

“Mia cara?” I whispered.

Silence.

So she wanted to play this game. She was a whirlwind of emotions, and sometimes she drove me mad trying to figure out which end of the stick I had. I had left this morning before she was up, but last night she had been fine. Not sad, for sure. But today, she was upset about something.

I kicked off my clothes and crept into bed. A sniff escaped her.

Was she sick?

I scooted closer to her and wrapped my body around her. My dick went on high alert.

Fuck!

I caught a silent tear sliding off her cheek.

She was crying.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” she muttered.

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