Page 10 of Vow to Me

Chapter Eight

Luca

After giving Izzy my number (something you’d have expected us to exchange before we exchanged our vows) and making a hasty exit from my…sorry,ourapartment, I instruct the driver to take me to Cane Security’s offices.

Alec runs a multimillion-dollar security and tech company that specializes in providing security to celebrities and highly influential people.

He’s known as the biggest billionaire playboy in New York. What most don’t know is that Alec happens to be one of the best hackers our country has ever known. Alec likes to try to only use his skills for legal means where he can, but with the war happening between the organizations he agreed to help me out and try to find where Novikov is hiding since our tech guy isn’t having much luck.

Novikov hasn’t been spotted in seven weeks, we know that the fucker is still alive, and we suspect he’s hiding out in one of his safe houses while he has his men fight on his behalf, what we don’t know is which out of his eighteen safe houses he’s hidden away in.

I walk into Alec’s office and give my men a nod to let them know they can leave. Alec’s sitting behind his desk with a huge grin onhis face, he’s dressed like me in a Tom Ford suit, his short brown hair is mussed up. Clearly, he’s been running his hands through his hair like he usually does when he’s stressed.

“Wipe that fucking grin off your face,” I growl at him.

“My, my, look at you, reaping the benefits of marital bliss, you’re positively glowing,” he beams. “How is your wife Luca? Did you have a good wedding night?” I know he’s fishing for details, wondering if I’ve fucked her or not.

I sigh and close my eyes.

You can’t stab your best friend. You can’t stab your best friend. You can’t fucking stab your best friend.

I open my eyes to glare at him. “Don’t fucking speak about my wife,” I spit, I may not exactly know the woman, but she’s my fucking wife and I won’t have anyone talking about her, or ournon-existentsex life.

Alec just smirks, knowing he’s hit a nerve. “Aw, you’re getting all protective already, is there a reason you didn’t introduce me to her yesterday?” He laughs.

I guess he picked up on the fact that I purposely avoided him whenever Izzy was at my side. I love the man like a brother, but I never fucking know what’s going to come out of the idiot's mouth. So, I figured it was best to leave introductions until I got to know her a little better.

“Shut the fuck up and just tell me what you’ve found,” I sigh, shaking my head.

For the next twenty minutes, I listen to him drone on in detail on the Russian soldiers' phones he hacked and what informationhe’s gathered. All the while I’m actually deep in thought about Izzy, and how it went this morning when I went to check if she was awake and found her sleeping.

She was so relaxed, her blonde hair a halo around her head making her look like a fucking angel sent just to torture me. I was so fucking hard just from watching her sleep, I’ve never been so fucking attracted to a woman in my life. It’s fucking unnerving. What I wouldn’t do to have a taste of her full lips, hear her moans in my ear or her whispering dirty words to me before I fuck her so hard, she screams my name. The woman might be a little crazy, but she also has this aura of innocence around her that draws me in like a moth to a motherfucking flame. Even when she had just woken up, she was the most exquisite creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on, all I could think about was climbing on top of her and slamming myself inside her.

Jesus Christ, I’m getting hard thinking about her again.

I need to stop thinking about this shit, if we’re going to have a somewhat normal marriage, then I need to take things slow. Also, I have no fucking idea how the woman feels about me, she doesn’t show a single emotion on her face unless it’s planned. It’s fucking infuriating.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts of fucking my little queen.

Unknown

Hey husband, i need to go to the mall for a few things, can you let my new bodyguards know they need to babysit me. Please?

Pleased she’s asked me, rather than just gone off on her own—which I half expected her to do if I’m honest, she seems the type—I text Tomasso to let him know that him and his team need to take Izzy to wherever she needs to go and that if even a single hair on her head is out of place by the time she gets home, I’ll slice their fucking necks from ear to ear before I leave them in an unmarked grave. Positive I got my point across; I text Izzy back.

Hey Wife, Tomasso and his team are waiting in the lobby for you whenever you're ready, make sure you stay with them please. And it’s not babysitting, they can count themselves lucky they get to keep the queen of the Romano empire safe.

My Wife

Thank fuck, I've graduated from princess! Thanks Luca.

She graduated from princess the minute I realized she could probably castrate me in my sleep before I even had the chance to stop her. I chuckle to myself, earning a glare from Alec.

“Dude! Are you listening or writing fucking love poems?” Shit, I should probably be listening.

I shake my head. “Sorry man, you were saying?”

He sighs, finally getting to the point. “Moral of the story, Novikov is hiding in a house in Queens. I’ve checked out hissecurity and he has around twenty men stationed in and around the property. I’ll be able to disable all of the alarm systems if you let me know when you're hitting him,” he stands, rounds the desk and claps me on the shoulder. “Be fucking careful, I’ve just attended your wedding, that’s enough of a fancy event for me, I don’t need to be going to your funeral as well,” he says, and I stand, ready to get the fuck out of here.

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