Page 95 of Filthy Little Games

“It doesn’t matter what you want,micetta mia.”

Zara scoffs as I move to sit with my back against the headboard.

I watch as she slides off the bed and stumbles around, pulling on her clothes. Her cheeks, face, and ass are the brightest shade of red I’ve ever seen from sex and her fury.

Fuck.

I don’t want her to leave, especially not right now. I want to hold her all night, possibly for the last night, which is exactly why it’s best that she should go. I don’t like upsetting her, but it’ll be easier to convince her to leave if she hates me.

Zara slips out the door without another word, softly shutting it behind her. I’m guessing she wanted to slam it as hard as possible, but she didn’t because her daughter is sleeping down the hall thanks to me.

30

Zara

After the most humiliating night of my life, I was up and showered, listening outside the door to Oriana’s room at six a.m. Of course, she wasn’t up that early, but I wanted to be prepared to spend every waking minute with her today. I’m going to focus on getting to know my daughter and not think about my husband who cruelly kicked me out of his bed last night. After waiting so long for something so amazing, the prick told me that he just wanted to fuck me at least once before I left.

Creed didn’t even ask me how I felt about leaving the city, possibly the country, or offer to figure out another solution with me. No, he made it clear I’ll be getting on a ship any second now whether I like it or not. He’s pushing me away, and I don’t know why.

Because he fears what Emilio will do to me? That he will try to find Oriana? I don’t want that man to ever get his hands on me orOriana again either, but there has to be some way to keep her safe other than giving up the only man I’ve ever wanted. The only man I’ve ever loved.

I told him I loved him last night. I thought Creed loved me, too, and that he was finally starting to trust me when we were together last night. But he didn’t say the words back.

Now…well, I don’t know anything, including what this means for our so-called marriage. Will he mail me divorce papers once I’m shipped off to wherever he decides is best?

And speaking of leaving, has Creed even considered making arrangements for Paige and Bethany to come with me and Oriana?

While I think I’d be fine with her on my own, I know she’d probably like having some familiar faces with us until we get better acquainted. And getting them out of Creed’s hair, away from where they could tell Emilio who took Oriana, is best for the don too.

I still don’t have a phone, since Creed apparently doesn’t trust me even after everything we’ve been through, so I approach the guards at the front door.

“Could you please tell your boss that I would like for Oriana’s nannies to come with us if that’s at all possible?”

The two men stare at each other before the one on the left tells the other, “Do it. Boss said to give her anything she wants.”

“Creed told you to give me anything I want?”

“That’s right. Screw it. I’ll just text him myself,” he says as pulls out his device and begins punching in the message.

“Thank you so much. You hopefully won’t have to put up with me much longer.”

“That’s not a good thing,” he says when I turn to leave to go back and listen at Oriana’s bedroom door.

“What do you mean?”

“When you’re gone, the boss isn’t going to be happy. And when the boss isn’t happy, shit goes sideways.”

“I’m sure Creed Ferraro will be just fine without me.”

“Oh yeah? Well, someone wants him dead, and yet, he still refuses to take bodyguards with him.”

“Shut your mouth, Matteo,” the first guard warns.

But now I’m curious. “What do you mean, Creed doesn’t take any bodyguards with him? Isn’t someone with him now?”

“Aldo is his driver. He makes him stay in the car. Tristan wanted to go with him today and he caved. The only time the boss has asked for help was last night with the...you know, nabbing.”

“Why doesn’t he want anyone watching his back?”

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