Page 38 of Devious
“I’ll never beg,” I snap.
“You will.” He smirks.
God, his ego is the size of the Earth.
He kisses my neck, and I push his chest, but Devious holds my hips tighter.
“What have I told you about fighting me?”
Electricity jolts through my body. Immediately, I stop, and he continues to kiss my neck.
“That’s what I love to see.” Nonno’s voice booms, and I jump out of Devious’s lap so quick you would think my ass is on fire, then I sit next to him.
“Two lovebirds. It’s rare to see this in the mafia. Which is why I love to tell my stories to other couples.” He sits back in his recliner with a leather photo album in his hand.
I listen to Nonno tell us the story about how he met Nonna. He goes on to tell us how he fell in love with her.
“Now, Cosetta. You need to forgive my son for all the things he does. I know you don’t like hearing it, but he has a good soul. It’s my fault he is the way he is.”
“Nonno, I’m Rose Bug. She’s not here.”
He eyes me again. “When did you get here?” he asks, setting the photo album down on the table. “It doesn’t matter. You want to stay for dinner?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you should ask my controlling-ass husband.”
Devious whispers in my ear, “You’re going to get a spanking when we get home for your behavior, Mrs. Vitali.”
Shaking my head, I stand up. “I’m going to set the table, Nonno.”
I waltz into the kitchen and grab a few crystal plates from the cabinet. Devious snatches them from my hand, and I follow him to the dining room.
“I really appreciate you taking me to see my nonno and taking care of him. I really do, but please, this is my safe haven—he’smy safe haven. And I don’t want to feel like I owe you. I don’t want to feel like if I don’t do what you say, you’re going to hang his health and safety over my head. It will hurt me too much. You’ve already hurt me, and if you do anything to harm him, it will break me, Devious.”
“Why would it break you?”
“Because in this world, Nonno makes me feel safe. When I would run away from home, this would be my place to stay. Nonno and Nonna treated me like a daughter. When I wanted to get away from the abuse, I called my nonna to pick me up, and she would. He is my home.”
I gave him the weapon that could destroy me, so what will he do with it? It might have been a stupid move on my part.
He sets each plate on the table, and for a while he doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he’s thinking things through.
When his lovely eyes bore into mine, my heart skips a beat. “My goal was never to break you when I married you.” He stomps up to me, and his chest rises and falls as he breathes. “It was to protect you, and honor you. I plan to keep that goal.”
Devious
It pissed me off that Roselyn told me that this motherfucker, her father, puts his hands on her. I don’t care what he does to other bitches, but he will not put his hands on my wife ever again. She belongs to me, and I’ll kill any man who hurts her. I care about Roselyn’s feelings and her well-being. I can’t help my fascination with her and I want Roselyn, but I don’t like that I like her. She’s growing on me. When I left the house, she was sleeping in the bed with her cat, and I called in a prescription for my allergy medication. As long as she follows the rules and keeps the animal away from me, then we won’t have to get rid of it. I’m trying hard to make her living situation better in my home.
I open the door to the warehouse as I put him in charge of the gun department for the rest of the week. When I step inside, the light from the foggy glass window brightens the room, and gunshots fire test shots and my soldiers pack up guns into boxes.
I fix my tie as I scan the room, spotting Lex speaking to one of the soldiers, instructing him to load up the truck with the weapons.
“Lex,” I call out his name and he turns around, eyes narrowing on me. I usually don’t show up here in the middle of the day unless someone fucked up, hence some of my soldiers’ eyes are on me suspiciously. Fear is in their pupils.
“Meet me in the office,” I demand.
He nods, following suit. Once we’re inside of the office, I close the blinds and instruct him to take a seat. The office is cramped and can fit maybe three people. There is a metal desk tucked into a corner, and I lean against it.
“What’s going on, boss?” He sits in the executive chair and leans back in it.
