Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Azrael
At least she kept her mouth shut on the drive back to the villa. I leave her in the SUV for Jensen to bring inside while I storm indoors.
What the hell was she thinking provoking Larissa that way?
Why the hell can’t she be the submissive slave I expect her to be? Because that’s not who she is or who you really want.
“Fuck!” I shout, throwing the kitchen door open, and head for the bar to pour myself a drink.
The sound of her heels clicking has me lifting my head, and I knock the Scotch back before pouring myself another. “You’ve no idea what you’ve just done, do you?” I spit out.
She crosses her arms over her chest, and Jesus, do I love the way her tits lift beneath my shirt.
“Larissa’s going to run back and tell my father about you, Hevan. Then fucking what?”
She glares back at me with fire in her eyes. “What did you want me to say, Azrael?”
“Nothing!” I bellow. “I wanted you to say nothing.”
Jensen joins us in the kitchen. “What happened?”
“Larissa.” I glower in his direction. The bitch has been a thorn in my side for years, and now she has some ammunition in the form of Hevan and my baby. A lump gathers in my throat, and I struggle to swallow it back. He can’t find out about how I feel about her; he can’t.
“Do you think we could get ahead of this?” He means Can we stop her from opening her mouth and exposing my relationship with Hevan?
“No, she’s probably already run back to him.” I swallow the Scotch and pour another, my hand shaking. “End the bitch.” I hold his stare, and he nods.
“Azrael!” Hevan chastises. “You can’t be serious!”
My anger threatens to spill over, so I turn my focus to her. “Deadly.”
She gasps.
“If my father thinks you mean something to me, I’m telling you he will use you against me.
” She jerks, but I continue on. “And when I say use, I mean fucking use, Hevan. You have a target on your back bigger than ever now, and my father will be fully aware of who you are to me. You need to get your head out of your ass, sweetheart. This is the fucking Mafia. If you think for one minute you won’t be sold and abused to hurt and control someone, then you’re lying to yourself, and that fucking heir inside you will make him feel like he hit the goddamn jackpot.
There will be nothing left of you by the time he finishes with you. ”
She flinches, her face pales, and her hand shoots out to grasp the doorframe, and when her bottom lip wobbles, it’s almost my undoing, but I continue on.
“If you think I can save you, you’re wrong.
That baby inside you means nothing to a man like him, a man like me.
We’ll be lucky if he keeps you around long enough to birth it.
” My words are callous and sharp, but every one of them is true.
She needs to realize there’s no choice in my world.
Our honeymoon period is over, and this is our reality.
“He’ll sell you as a whore, Hevan,” I bellow.
“I’ve already been sold, the devil bought me,” she whispers, then turns and walks away, taking my regret with her.