Page 11 of Vicious Union

Blonde hair. Beautiful face. Dancing like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

Caterina.

A man joins her on the dance floor and grabs her around the waist. I immediately start seeing red.

Caterina will be my wife, and she’s out here flirting with other men? And in another skintight black dress and heels that make her look more like a stripper than a respectable Mafia girl.

I toss my drink back, then get up and stalk toward her.

She stops dancing when she sees me. For a second, her eyes widen in fear before she plasters her typical bravado-filled smirk on her face. “Emilio. Care to join me? I was just out having fun.”

I look at the man who still has his hands on her waist. “Leave us,” I growl.

He must sense how serious I am because he lets Caterina go and scurries away.

“Rude,” she mutters before turning back to me. “So, what did you need?”

“I need to talk to you. Outside,” I add when she doesn’t move.

She rolls her eyes. “Fine.” She follows me out of the club. “What?”

“We’re engaged.”

“I know.”

“Oh, good. Because judging by how you were dancing with another man back there, I thought you’d forgotten.”

She sighs and leans against the building. “I didn’t forget, Emilio. I just wanted to have a bit of fun before we get married. I can just tell you won’t let me go to the club after we’re together, so I thought I might as well make the most of my time before that happens.”

“We’re together now. You make a mockery out of me and my reputation. It’ll soon be known all over the city we’re going to be married, and you’re in the club dancing with another man. How do you think that makes me look?”

She scrunches her face up. “Um … not good, I take it?”

I resist the urge to strangle her over her blasé attitude. “Yes. Not good, Caterina.”

“Sorry.” She shrugs and stands up straighter, stretching her hands over her hands. It shows off her body, and I take a second to look. “But I didn’t think it was a big deal. Are you seriously telling me you’ve never been with other women before me?”

“Are you saying you’ve been with other men?” The thought of Caterina fucking another man makes my blood boil. I’ve never been this possessive over a woman before. She will be my wife, though. I want to be her one and only.

“I’m not not saying I’ve been with other men.”

“What?” I snap.

She sighs and flaps her hands against her legs. “Emilio, what’s your problem? You need to learn to lighten up and have fun. Instead of watching me dance with other men, you can be the one to dance with me.” She holds out her hand. “What do you say?”

I stare down at her outstretched hand for a moment. “I say no. I don’t dance.”

She huffs. “Well, you’re no fun.” She drops her hand. “You’re not the boss of me, Emilio. I’m going back into that club, and I’m going to shake my ass off for all the men to see. Try and stop me.”

I grab her arm, preventing her from going back inside. “I just did.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re mine now, Caterina. No dancing with other men. You hear me? Or anything else you’ve ever done with them.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Are you saying I’m a slut?”

“I’m saying if you’ve slept around, you need to stop it now. I have. I didn’t come here to find a woman to fuck.” Her breath hitches at my words. “I came here for a drink and spotted you. So, stop acting out. I’m taking you back home, and your father will hear about this.”

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