Page 108 of Ruined in Vows

His gaze narrows. “She was meant to be mine. I had big plans for her. It’s you that fucking started this. If only you had taken a step back and allowed what was meant to happen, well then, you wouldn't be here right now,” he screeches accusingly.

“Allegra was never yours. She has always been mine,” I growl.

“And yet, her papà agreed to an arrangement with my father. Not yours,” he snaps.

Nico steps forward, hands in his pockets as he eyes the piece of shit. “So, in your delusional way of thinking that, you would get into bed with our enemies. You would assist them in blowing up my club, and then take my underboss and ship him to Las Vegas, using his head injury against him and making him believe he is someone else.”

“Clearly that was not part of the plan. It worked in my favor that Dante incurred a head injury and couldn’t remember who he was.” He sniffs. “It was the amnesia that saved your life. I would have disposed of you had you remembered anything. You should think yourself lucky and thank me for giving you grace.”

I laugh but it's humorless. “Yeah. I will get right on to thanking you. Just give me a second to process your delusional mind.” My tone is pure sarcasm. The worst part of this is he genuinely believes what he is saying.

“I'm waiting,” Riccardo prompts nonchalantly.

“Motherfucker,” I growl, bringing the butcher knife down on his other thigh, once again hitting bone.

“Let’s get this over with. I am fed up with hearing his disgusting voice,” Nico drawls, his tone bored.

“If I just shoot him, he gets the easy way out. He doesn’t deserve that,” I argue.

“Dante,” Nico starts, gripping my shoulder. “Look at his body. His skin is all but falling off. I think you have managed to get your point across.” He raises a sardonic brow.

Exhaling, I shrug him off me. If I didn’t have more important things to attend to, like my wife, who is still in the hospital, I would drag this out for days. But Nico is right. I have gotten my point across.

Without another word, I pull my gun from my pants pocket, aiming it at his head. He smirks, his eyes manic, the look sending a shiver down my spine.

“Kill me you son of a bitch. Because if you don’t, I will not stop until I have taken every part of–” with one shot between the eyes, I cut him off. I knew what name was about to leave his mouth and I can’t bear the thought of my wife’s name on his lips. Now he will never get the chance to say Allegra’s name ever again.

“What do you want to do with the Conti’s?” Nico’s stare burns into the side of my face.

Truthfully, I had forgotten about the other people who had played a part in my disappearance. They deserve everything coming to them.

“Kill them all.”

After interrogating the Conti scum, and not learning anything we didn’t already know, I make quick work of putting a bullet in each of their heads. Nico explained we didn’t usually make a habit of killing women, but Caterina is the exception since she was equally complicit in the scheme to keep me in Vegas. It was why Vincenzo wanted her pregnant with my child so badly. Riccardo, in his twisted mind, told him it would be the final nail in the coffin and would break Allegra and I completely, if I impregnated another woman.

The asinine Romano, didn’t take into account who he was dealing with. I may have been confused, but deep down, I knew I belonged to someone else. Which is why I always pushed Caterina’s touch away. The thought of sticking my dick in her was equivalent to putting poison in my mouth. And truthfully, the latter sounds like a better option to me.

After singing like a canary, Caterina admitted she was as much involved and was well aware of my real identity. The Marchetti organization may not have made a habit of killingwomen, but my “ex wife” more than deserved the bullet in her head.

“Come on man. Let’s get out of here,” Nico says, staring at the limp bodies before looking at Matteo. “Call in the clean-up crew.”

Matteo nods, pulling his cellphone from his pocket.

Sighing, I spin on my heel, heading for the door.

Time to get back to my wife.

Chapter 62

Allegra

Two months later…

My back arches, pleasure gripping every inch of my body.

It takes everything inside me to keep my gaze on the man with his head between my legs, eating my pussy like it’s his last meal.

My husband.

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