Page 52 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

Definitely not me. It didn’t matter though. She’d get only what I say or offer.And she’ll fucking like it.

Too bad she betrayed me three years ago. We could have been good together, spent the last three years enjoying each other. I still remembered the way she tasted. That attraction the moment our eyes locked. Even after three years apart, it didn’t diminish. It was still there, although Grace ignored it. She no longer wanted it; wanted nothing to do with me.

Point taken, wife. But I’ll be damned if I let you wrap yourself around another man while you are still my wife.

And she would be my wife till death do us part.

“Luciano, you should stop looking.” It was a sane suggestion. Except there wasn’t a single sane cell in my body at this moment.

True to my wife’s word, she took an Uber. Lucky for me, I was able to track her and Ella’s movement via their phones. Massimo hasn’t broken through all firewalls, but whatever he did, it was enough to be able to pin their location. And lucky for me again, she was in Cassio’s nightclub in New York, Temptation.

The unlucky part came in seeing my wife dance with him. That motherfucker Ian. My wife’s hands lazily moved from his chest and down his stomach. Cassio was right next to me, watching the scene unfold. Of course, he didn’t fume. It wasn’t his wife out there on the floor, her skimpy, little black dress making every man in the club worship her with their eyes.

Ian’s hands snaked to cup her ass, and I could see him squeeze her butt from here. All kinds of images of me sawing off his hands playing in my mind. I could start with ridding him of hands and then move on to slowly cutting his stomach and removing his guts while he wailed in pain, begging me for mercy. He wouldn’t get any.

Watching my wife dancing with Ian spread the boiling rage and jealousy within me like wildfires. Seeing the hands of that prick on her body, his eyes on her. I wanted to gauge his eyes and then torture him for days. Until he couldn’t remember her name.

The problem was that he would still remember her. Grace wasn’t the type of woman anyone could forget.I’ll kill him,I thought with finality.

“Are her hands going into his pocket?” Cassio’s voice penetrated the red fog and that was it. All my fury unleashed, it took me less than thirty seconds to find myself right behind my wife, on the dance floor. Ian’s hands on her ass.

“Wrong girl,” I spat out. My fist connected with his jaw, and he went flying across the dance floor.

“Are you fucking nuts?” Grace shouted, clearly furious at me. Yeah, fuck that this pervert just touched my wife. Or that she touched him.

“Nobody touches you,” I snapped at my wife. The wordmineseared into my chest, the word on repeat in my brain. “And if you don’t want him to lose a fucking limb, don’t touch him either.”

I took two steps and lifted the bastard off the ground with my hand gripping his neck while my free hand curled into a fist and connected with the other side of his face.

“We can't have that pretty face be unevenly bruised. Can we?” I gritted out, a dark smile pulling on my lip corners. I landed another punch. “No one touches what’s mine. No one looks at what’s mine. And Grace is mine, you motherfucker.”

Everything around me became a white noise in my head, my only focus on this sleazebag that dared to grope my wife’s ass.

Cassio pulled me off the bloody bastard, his face a fucking bloody mess.

“Grace, you and Ella with me. Now!” Cassio snapped at her.

I reached out and tugged on my wife’s hand, pulling her along. In shock, she followed without a question, Ella on her tail. Cassio barked orders to his bouncers to pick up Ian and bring him along too. I would rather leave the fucker on the floor. Maybe punch him a few more times.

Once we were in Cassio’s office, the door firmly shut behind us, I pulled my wife closer to me, inhaling deeply her scent. In her state, she just let me.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was soft, her eyes shifting down my body and stopping on my bloody knuckles.

“He touched you.” She blinked several times, confusion in her beautiful violet eyes. “Nobody touches you but me.” I grabbed her around the throat, pressing gently just so she understood how serious I was. “You touch another man… and you sign his death sentence. I’ll kill any man that you touch.”

Her eyes went to Ella and then shifted to Cassio. “He’s your husband,” he muttered.

“I take it back, Grace,” Ella murmured low, her eyes watching me warily. “You should abstain. He’s fucking crazy.”

Damn fucking right, I was crazy. Jealousy simmered like red rage through me.

“What were you doing with him?” My voice was sharp.

Grace froze and swallowed hard, her gaze guarded.

“I needed something,” she murmured.

To my surprise, Cassio came to her rescue. “Did you take something out of his pocket?”

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