Page 6 of Vow to Me

“I miss you,” I whisper up into the sky.

“Talking to yourself?” Luca’s voice sounds from in-front of me, making me jolt, it’s not often I’m caught off guard.

I clear my throat before getting into the car. He closes my door behind me before rounding the car and getting in on the other side.I’d asked the driver to give me a moment alone so he’s already in the driver’s seat ready to leave.

“There’s somewhere we need to go before you take me home,” I say, knowing he won’t like that I’m making demands, I’m sure he’ll be able to appreciate it when he gets there though. Though he probably won’t like that fact I’ve been able to do what he hasn’t.

“And where, exactly, do we need to go princess?” Luca asks in a cocky tone and with a raised brow.

Princess, fuckingprincess.I'm about to show my husband I’m the exact fucking opposite of a princess.

“Well, to give you your wedding gift of course,” I say with a saccharine smile.

This is going to be so fucking fun.

Chapter Five

Luca

Ihave no fucking idea what is going on right now, after my lovely bride announced that she wanted to take me somewhere, to give me a fucking wedding present of all things, she gave the driver the address of where she wants to go. We’ve been driving for forty minutes and we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere. Literally. The. Middle. Of. Fucking. Nowhere.

This has been one of the longest days of my life. I hate having to deal with people on the best of days, never mind walking around listening to how cute our kids will be and asking if Isabella is expecting due to our apparent quick union. What a fucking shit show. If it was up to me, we would have just fucking eloped, had my two brothers as witnesses, signed the papers and got the hell out of there.

But no, I’m the goddamn heir of the New York Mafia, so of course I had to put up with all the pomp and circumstance that was my wedding. All the while wishing someone would just put me out of my misery in the form of a bullet between the eyes, or maybe a nice knife across my throat?

Isabella played her part well, acting thoroughly in love with me and never once complained, which I’m thankful for. She hadbeen nothing but accommodating while I paraded her around to anyone of importance to boost our network. That was until she decided she needed to drag me out into the middle of nowhere after we’ve just spent hours around a bunch of assholes and while I want nothing more than to go home.

Christ, where the fuck are we going? I’d ask but I’d rather not open up a conversation. Don’t want my wife thinking she can get all chatty on me. To be honest she probably thinks I want to spend the night inside her and is just trying to delay it. Not that that would happen, not that she isn’t my type, because she’s fucking stunning. But because I feel like we need to get to know one another a little better first, set some boundaries and expectations.

What a fucking weird situation we’re in.

Finally, we’re reaching our destination, which appears to be a fucking cabin in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. Wonderful. My wife gets out the car and I sit for an extra second, dreading what sort of fucking gift she thought to have got me.

And also, why the fuck is the ‘gift’ all the way out here? I’d be worried she brought me out here to attempt to kill me, but she didn’t object to the other two cars full of guards that have been following us, and I don’t really think she’s stupid enough to make an attempt on my life. I sigh, better follow the little princess into her cabin.

Isabella leads me through the cabin, passing a small sitting room consisting of a fireplace and two armchairs, down a corridor and to a door at the end of the hall. She opens the door and descends the stairs, flipping a light switch on at the same time. It’s utterlyridiculous, me following her into a basement while she’s dressed in a fucking wedding gown.

As I get to the bottom of the stairs, I turn and my jaw drops. In the middle of the room are three men each tied to their own beams. The first is Marcello, a capo who’s been Cosa Nostra and one of my dad’s closest friends for twenty years. The other two are his twin twenty-year-old sons, Angelo and Lucian. I take a look at my wife, wondering why in the ever-loving fuck she has three of my men tied up in a random basement.

“Happy wedding day, my dear husband,” she says with a smile. “I caught you some rats.”

What the fuck?

“Explain, Isabella,” I spit out through clenched teeth.

“Well, you see, I heard about your little problem, so I decided to do some digging. Turns out Marcello here has been feeding information to hisamigoMuñoz in exchange for writing off the debt twin one and twin two have got themselves into. Turns out your boys here both have gotten themselves a little drug problem and racked up a debt amounting to eighty thousand dollars, which kept increasing weekly as they were unable to pay. Therefore, their Daddy here stepped in to help by giving times and places you and your family were and where you were making deals and having shipments come in.”

“You're trying to tell me that you not only figured out who our rats were, but that you managed to bring them here? On your own?” What the fuck is happening right now?

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you. I decided to come to New York twelve days early, take in some sights, and do a little exploring. I picked up a lot in a short amount of time, don’t you think?” She says in that sweet voice of hers, her eyes twinkling with mischief before she steps towards me and wipes the smile off her face, a blank mask in its place.

“I need you to know something Luca, you called me ‘princess’ earlier tonight, I’m far fucking from it. I’m not going to be some docile little wife cooking your dinner and birthing your offspring. I did this, so you know not to underestimate me. In return I hope you treat me with respect. You're on my good side, husband,” she says and pulls a gun from a pocket in her wedding dress.

Has she been carrying that all day? And since when did wedding dresses have fucking pockets? And fuck, why is my dick so hard from seeing her handle a weapon?

“I don’t like it when people get on my bad side.”

She aims the gun at Angelo, and shoots him between the eyes without blinking, and without showing an ounce of remorse, instead just staring at his body with a blank expression, seeming completely relaxed.

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