Page 2 of Aria De Luca
"I had some stuff I had to do before picking you up." Dante leans towards me and kisses me on the cheek. "You look great, baby. Thank you for getting pretty for me."
I put on a fake smile.
For him.
"Of course. Where are we going?" I ask him before he puts the car in drive.
"We have a restaurant reservation."
"Where?" I ask.
"You'll see. Stop asking."
Dante then drives out of the estate and then pulls his car onto the street.
"How was the warehouse check?" I ask him while the music on the radio plays softly.
Dante furrows his eyebrows and looks at me. "How do you know I went to the warehouse?"
"Dad told me."
"I don't like how he is involving you so much into this Aria. I need you to stay out of this," Dante says as I see his hand clench around the steering wheel.
I clench my hands together and try not to get pissed at what he is saying.
Dante believes that women shouldn't be involved in the Mafia business. He thinks that women should be more like trophy wives to sit and obey and we get into a lot of arguments about this subject because I think women can choose whatever they want to do.
I like the business my family does, it's interesting and I feel like if I were to join my father and brother in the business then I would be happy with where I am.
"Dante-"
"Aria, don't argue with me about this. Know your place. You aren't meant to be an assassin. I'm not going to tell you again."
"How can you say that when my dad said something totally different? You're my boyfriend, Dante, not my dad."
Dante stops the car in the middle of the street, and he turns in his seat before wrapping his fingers around my neck and giving a warning squeeze making me feel my blood go cold.
I am about to open my mouth to tell him to let me go but he cuts me off.
"What the fuck did I tell you about arguing with me Aria? You obey me. You listen to only me. I'm not your fucking dad and I sure as hell can tell you what to do. You will obey and listen to me always cause if you don't then you know what happens," Dante warns giving me a dark look.
I blink away the tears and try to force his hands off of me. "Please, Dante-"
"Tell me you understand," he demands and then squeezes hard making me want to cough.
"I understand. Please. Let me go. I'll do anything," I beg.
Dante then let me go and pushed me away from him, making my head hit the window.
Tears start to roll down my eyes as I put my hand against my head. I feel liquid when I touch my head, so I bring my hand down and see blood on my fingertips.
"Fucking great. Just what I needed. Stop pissing me off and this won't happen anymore Aria," Dante says before he starts driving again.
I wipe the fallen tear from my face with my hand that doesn't have blood on it.
And now I know what the difference is between wanting to be loved and being in love.
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