Page 47 of Born into Mayhem
“Harsh,” Sandro says. “I think it’s safe to say she’ll be avoiding the two of you for the rest of the flight.” He looks over at Sasha. “You know what this means, right? She’s going to be all over the two of us to try and make up for the embarrassment my brother just caused her.”
Sasha gives us his usual dead stare. “She’s going to be all over you,” he says. “She’ll learn pretty fast to stay the fuck away from me.”
Sandro shakes his head. “Hell no. Yet again I’ll say that I’m not going to be the consolation prize for women my brother refuses to fuck.”
Mia looks up at me. “That sounds like an interesting story. You’ll have to share it with me later,husband.”
I shouldn’t love the way that word sounds on her full lips, but I do. I don’t care if it’s pretend, I don’t care that the rings on our fingers aren’t real, and I don’t care that the passport is fake—I fucking love it, and I’m determined to make her love it too.
Reaching down, I cup her face and run my thumb over her lips, watching as her eyes dilate and her breathing picks up. Satisfied with her reaction, I say, “I’ll share anything with you,wife.”
Before I walk over to grab our bags, I give her ass a smack, knowing there’s not a damn thing she can do about it. Her mouth tightens, her eyes narrow, and I know she’s fighting it, but Marissa chooses that moment to walk out with a tray in hand, and my little pretend wife is forced to smile and take the spanking I just gave her.
Married life is way more fun than I thought it’d be, and after I’ve grabbed our stuff I follow her back to the room. We’ve got a nine-hour flight, and she’s going to need to get some sleep or the jet lag is going to hit her hard.
Marissa’s left us a tray of food, a bottle of wine, and some sparkling water. I just ordered the food to get her out of the way, so I ignore it and reach for the bottle of wine, pouring myself a generous glass before sinking into one of the leather chairs by the windows. I don’t particularly care for flying. I much prefer to have my feet on the ground where I’m in control of things. Right now my life and Mia’s life are in otherpeople’s hands, and I can’t say I care for the helpless way that makes me feel.
I watch Mia cross the room. She lifts the lid, eyes the risotto, completely ignores it, and then takes a piece of the focaccia bread instead. She nibbles while I drink. I refuse to break the silence, and when she’s finished the bread, she brushes the crumbs off her fingers and turns to me.
“So what was Alessandro talking about?”
“Hmm?” I ask, forcing her to say the words that she doesn’t want to say.
She huffs out a breath and starts digging around in her bag so she doesn’t have to face me. “About women you refuse to fuck. What did he mean?”
I take another slow drink and make her wait until she becomes irritated enough to look at me. When her eyes meet mine, I say, “He’s talking about something that happened the other night.”
“What happened?”
“It was the night you sent me the video, the one where you dropped your guard.”
I swear her nostrils flare with the angry breath she takes.
“A woman approached me, and I told her I wasn’t interested, so she hit on my brother. He was very offended by it,” I say. A small smile slips through at the memory.
She takes a step towards me, stopping before she’s close enough for me to reach. “Why didn’t you want her?”
“For the same reason I don’t want to fuck Marissa,streghetta mia.”
“And why is that?”
I set the empty wine glass aside and curl my finger at her, motioning her closer, and as soon as she’s within reaching distance, I grab her and pull her onto my lap. Burying my face in her neck, I breathe in her intoxicating scent.
“You know the answer to that already, Mia.”
“You’ve been with a lot of women,” she muses while I suck on the sweet skin of her neck, but my mouth stills when she says, “Maybe Ishould go fuck a few guys so we’re on more equal footing. I noticed there are a bunch of other men on this plane. Maybe they’d be interested in helping me out.”
I let my teeth scrape her skin in warning. “Those men belong to me, and they’ve already been warned to not look at you.”
She tries to wiggle out of my grasp, but I tighten my arms and nip her skin again.
“What did you tell them? Is that why they won’t even glance in my direction?”
I grin and huff out a laugh. “I told them I’d cut their eyes out if they so much as looked at you. I told everyone that, little viper. Every man who works for us knows that you’re mine and to look at you is a death sentence.”
“That's ridiculous,” she hisses at me. “I’m going to be surrounded by Italian women you’ve fucked, but not a single guy can look at me?”
“You’re not going to be surrounded by anyone but me.” I fist her hair, exposing her neck even more so I can suck the spot right behind her ear. “Benny’s seen your tits and pussy,” I remind her, feeling the spike of anger that rises up in me at knowing it’s true. “He’sseen more of you than I have. Do you have any idea how fucking angry that makes me?”
