Page 33 of Blackmailed Marriage

“I’m not divorcing Aria,” Dante said.

“Waiting to see if she is pregnant. If she has son, with what Phillip has done—”

“I love her,” Dante said.

Silence fell between them and he knew he had surprised his father.

“Dante—”

“I know what you’re going to say, Dad, but it doesn’t matter. I went into this marriage hating her because I thought she was exactly like her father. She’s not. She is nothing like Phillip and she did what she promised she’d do.” He pointed at the documents. “She has given me my freedom.”

“Does she love you?” his father asked.

“I have no idea. When all of this is over and done with, I’mgoing back to her. I’m not going to allow anyone to hurt her. She is my wife.”

Chapter Ten

One Week Later

Dante sat in Phillip’s home office, drinking some of the whiskey. He took a sip and knew it wasn’t a very good brand. The cheap fuck couldn’t even splurge on great whiskey. Still, he finished the glass and then tipped the rest of the bottle out onto the floor, before tossing it across the room toward the unlit fire.

Lifting his feet onto the desk, he had the gun in his hand, which he rested on his thigh, and waited. He knew the exact moment Phillip arrived home, and he waited rather excitedly as the bastard entered his own home.

The lights were off. Dante had already taken out the electricity. Now all he needed to do was wait.

Leaning forward, he clicked the flashlight app on his cell phone to light up the room.

It didn’t take long for Phillip to walk into his office. He had a gun drawn as well, but Dante saw the fear in his eyes.

“Hello, Phillip,” Dante said.

“I don’t recall extending an invitation to you.”

“Consider this an unexpected visit,” Dante said. “I’d offer you a drink, but your tastes are cheap, and I kind of wasted the bottle to see if it would at least clean your carpet, but alas, it did not. Stinks, though.” Dante leaned back and looked over at the man who’d helped to create Aria.

He didn’t know how this fucking bastard had anything to do in creating his wife. Aria was perfect. This evil fuck was not.

“If you have come to make some kind of deal, then—”

“I don’t need to make a deal with a dead man.”

This stopped Phillip in his tracks. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

“Yes, and it would seem so does Pesci himself.” Dante laughed. “You didn’t think all those years of manipulating,hurting men and women, would catch up with you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“How’s your sister?” Dante asked.

This froze Phillip into place.

“Or more importantly, how is her husband?” Dante tutted. “It is kind of funny, actually. You would have gotten away with everything, but I thought I would show you exactly where you went wrong.” He pulled up the picture, scrunched it up, and tossed it across the room.

It hit Phillip square in the chest, and he didn’t look at all happy about this.

Dante tutted. “Don’t worry, I gave a little diagram.” The image showed Dante and Constance together, but Phillip had been that intent on getting his blackmailing goods, he hadn’t considered the mirror that showed his very reflection. He’d circled the image and had it blown up, and that was how Dante had known it was all a setup.

He’d filled in the dots with Constance confirming everything. Pesci had given him permission to take care of him.

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