Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I force my gaze away from Zervas to concentrate on Marco who is standing in front of me, arms crossed. His face looks resolute. “Ena, I’m not hiding this from you.”
“I appreciate it, sweetheart.”
Something flickers over his face, but he keeps going. “In return, you can’t ask me to stop either.”
“This isn’t exactly going to get Mr. Cirillo or my father off of your back, Marco sweetheart,” I feel compelled to point out.
That’s probably the wrong thing to say because Marco’s face gets scary looking and red with anger. “Toban Cirillo has already signed his death warrant. What happens to your father will be at your discretion, but either way he will be negated to the point that he's not a real threat and I won’t make that easy on the bastard.”
I rub my lips together as I look at my husband and take in his words. Then, I sigh. “Are you almost done?” I ask.
Surprise flickers over his face. “Honestly, I wanted to make his pain last longer, but I’m growing tired. I’d rather be in our bed than dealing with this shit.”
“Then, I suggest finish him off and come to bed.”
Marco’s surprise moves into shock. I don’t hide how I feel. I can’t feel guilty about it. I don’t know if it makes me a bad person, maybe it does. I grew up in a household where my father did evil things to others—and the ones he did that too, were good people—father just wanted something they had. I know that whatever Marco does, it will be deserved upon the people he inflicts it on. I find that’s not hard to live with at all. So, maybe I am a bad person.
Or maybe I am the perfect wife to my mafia husband.
Chapter 46
Marco
“Just like that?” I question, Ena, not quite believing what she’s saying to me.
“Marco, I’ve always known who you are, what you do. Did you really think I didn’t know exactly how your father disappeared even before I came to live here?”
My heart freezes in my chest. Fuck. “Are you saying you can love the monster inside of me.”
Her face pales and then I see anger lighting her eyes. “You are not a monster!”
“Ena—”
“You are a man, Marco. My man. You are the man who makes the real monsters disappear.
I stare at her, replaying her words in my head. I close my eyes and let what she says seap inside, sinking all the way to the bone, and into places that I never thought I’d allow anyone to touch.
“I love you, Ena,” I respond, my voice gruff and full of emotion that I can’t allow myself to release right now—not here. She deserves that when we’re alone in our bed—in our home.
She moves into me and goes up on her tiptoes. I washed my hands and put on a clean shirt while Elias was collecting her and that’s the only reason, I allow myself to hold onto her hips as she leans in to kiss me. I return the kiss, letting her goodness wash over me. Unfortunately, Zervas groans and interrupts the moment. I look over to see him try to hold his head up.
“Oh, God,” Helena whispers, sounding horrified.
My body goes rigid as I look at her. “Ena, I warned you. I can’t change—”
“Oh my God!” she interrupts.
“Damn it, Ena,” I snap, knowing this was a bad ideal.
“Oh my God!” she says again, but this time she’s screeching.
“Fucking hell, woman. You said you were okay with this,” I growl.
“Did I do that?” she asks, sounding sickened.
I look at her, not quite understanding what she’s asking. She’s pointing at Zervas.
“What are you talking about?” I finally ask, because I’m clueless at this point.
“That, Marco!” she squeals almost hysterically. “That hunk of flesh out of his balls where it’s bruised and has teeth marks. Was that me?
I find myself relaxing. Hell, I even smile. “Well, baby, I cut the flesh off since it was turning colors and kind of hanging there, but yeah. I’m pretty sure you did the damage.”
“Gross. You need to cut the rest of it off. I don’t want my teeth marks on him. I don’t want anything of me on him, Marco.”
“Baby, it won’t matter. Except for his heart the rest of him will be nothing but ash.”
“His heart?” she asks, turning to look at me.
I should probably shut up, but I decide to let her have it all. In for a penny, in for a pound or whatever that saying is. “Yes,” I answer. “I’m sending his heart to Ivan.”
“Did you hear what that man had planned for me?” she mutters. “We should cut off Zervas’ middle finger the one with that ugly gold and ruby signet ring he wears. Then, put it in the middle of the heart.”
There is very little in this world that could shock me these days. Still, my woman has just done it and she did it in a way that makes me laugh out loud. Hell, I can even hear my brothers laughing behind his.