Page 189 of Vows of a Mobster
Mateo lifted his head, and his wife opened her eyes, all her attention on her husband. Love and desire mixed in both their gazes and you couldn’t help but be slightly envious. Not a good thing at the moment because Angelica was green with envy.
“You,” she spat out to me, “Get behind her and start stripping her.”
I stiffened, refusing to move from my spot. She couldn’t possibly mean it. This woman was totally crazy. Mateo would tear into any man or woman that dared to touch his wife.
“Nobody touches my wife but me,” Mateo growled at her.
I haven’t even moved and he was already prepared to kill me. He’d kill anyone that touched her, not to mention try to strip her. I could see Brianna was trying not to let her fear show. She stood motionless, next to her husband and her eyes focused on him. The only betrayal was her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. I suspected she bit into it, to keep any sounds from escaping her lips.
If the fucking bitch would only take two steps forward, one of our snipers would wipe her out. But she hid like the coward she was.
She took two steps back, pressed something, causing the wall to shift, revealing Marissa and Emma huddled in a small space behind the wall.
“Mommy,” my niece called out to her mother in a small voice. She was shaking, Marissa holding her against herself. Brianna took a step to go to her daughter but Angelica pointed the gun at her.
“Get back over there,” she ordered and Mateo quickly pulled her into his arms.
Marissa locked eyes with Brianna and mouthed,I got her. A barely detectable nod by Brianna.
“Now, you Irish prick. Get behind her and start stripping her,” Angelica screamed.
I walked slowly towards the married couple and got behind Brianna. She stood stiff, her graceful back to me. Mateo’s green gaze raged like stormy seas, glaring at me over her head, and his arms protectively around his wife. I wasn’t scared of him but I respected him enough not to touch her without his agreement.
“Okay, we’ll do this the hard way,” Angelica raged. All three of us turned our heads to see her point the gun at Emma’s head.
“Wait,” Brianna begged. “He’ll do it now. Just give us a second.”
She turned her head, those soft eyes stunning in her bravery. “Just do it,” she murmured.
I raised my eyes to her husband. I wouldn’t do it without his agreement. We might have been enemies growing up, but we were connected by family now. He was tense, furious, wanting to kill. And I didn’t blame him. Nobody dared touch what was Mateo’s.
“We’ll let all your men watch your wife turn into an Irish whore,” Angelica taunted and Mateo growled, his eyes snapping to the woman with such hate. She was stupid to taunt him; he would eventually kill her. And it will be a long torture because Mateo was a ticking bomb right now.
Brianna took her husband’s face into her hands, pulling him closer. “Don’t let her win,” she whispered low so nobody else could hear her.
It was all the ruthless mobster needed, a reminder of his woman. His eyes raised to me and gave me a barely noticeable jerky nod.
I gently pushed her thick, soft curls to the side, my knuckles brushing against her nape’s soft skin. Brianna stiffened at the unfamiliar touch. I could understand Mateo falling for this woman. There was softness and comfort she portrayed but also a fierce protectiveness of the ones she loved.
“You focus on me,” Mateo murmured softly against her lips. He leaned his forehead against hers. “I love you,” he spoke low, his words barely audible but I heard it. It was a dangerous admission for any man in our position. She was his weakness.
“I love you more,” she whispered. Or maybe she was his strength.
I took the zipper and pulled it down slowly. The zipper noise was the only sound breaking the silence, and Brianna’s soft shallow breathing. The beautiful curve of her back was exposed to only my eyes.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Take her dress off.” Angelica’s voice shook. From the peripheral, I saw her watching Mateo with hungry eyes but he only had eyes for his wife.
I put my hands on Brianna’s shoulder and gently pulled her dress down her shoulders and it slipped effortlessly down to her feet. Brianna stood in heels with nothing on but her white lacy thong and a matching bra. She was magnificent, the body of a goddess. My cock pushed hard against the zipper of my jeans and my eyes shifted to Marissa. She held Emma wrapped in her chest, still in the same spot, and her eyes on us.
Marissa was my other half; had been since that night seven years ago but it didn’t mean I couldn’t see and appreciate a beautiful woman. Would this forever eliminate any hope for the two of us? As if she read my mind, she gave me a little nod. It was her approval.
There was heat and desire in her eyes. She had always been wild and liked to watch. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that my naughty girl got turned on by watching this scene. Not perfect timing considering the lunatic woman with the gun.
I returned my attention to Brianna. Her smooth skin just tempted me to trail my lips and tongue along her back, but fuck, I wasn’t going to do more than was necessary. Mateo was boiling on the inside although he was ice on the outside. He was a volcano ready to erupt.
“Now touch her,” Angelica broke the silence.
