Chapter 15
fifteen
Gabriel
I lean in and tilt my head to the side as I watch my wife going feral as she marks her wifely territory. Something in my chest thunders. The blood under my skin ignites; a feeling I’ve never felt before.
She looks bold tonight; my eyes land on the black heels she’s wearing.
The heels mold perfectly to her feet. My gaze follows the length of her toned legs covered with fishnets up to the edge of the short black leather skirt that end just a few inches from her ass.
I continue my exploration of her body with my eyes, but that comes to a stop when I catch the red spilling from the cut on the redhead’s neck.
I spot a look from Salvatore across from me, his eyebrows hitched high.
His look says, ‘What are you going to do about this?’ The girl sitting next to him, for the tenth time this evening, tries to put her hand on him, and once again, he pushes her away.
Dante looks annoyed, knowing he will have to clean up this mess.
The only one more amused than I am is Marco, who is enjoying the attention of the two girls beside him.
It’s not like I would cheat on Valentina.
The girls are like hyenas. They don’t understand the word no.
Those girls weren’t supposed to be here in the first place; it was supposed to be just a meeting.
These groupies are just looking for someone to pay for their drinks and fun for one night, but Marco always insists on company and loves that kind of attention.
That’s the only reason we let this slide.
Valentina pushes the redhead, then stands in front of me with a wide smile on her face.
“Hello, husband!”
I smirk. “Hello, wife!”
“That was hot!” Marco exclaims, and she turns toward the crew.
“Sorry I interrupted your night,” she says in a mocking voice.
“No, you aren’t,” Salvatore scoffs.
“Don, nice to see you again. How is your lovely wife? Is she here? I would love some girl company.”
His jaw ticks. “No, she isn’t.” My gaze catches Salvatore’s as it darkens at the mention of his wife. Ever since our wedding, they’ve been going through a rough patch. I just hope they can get through it and spare us all Salvatore’s bad mood.
Valentina shrugs. She slides into the seat beside me, not leaving any space. Her thigh touches mine, and I can feel the heat of her body. She leans forward on the table. “What are we drinking?” She grabs a shot from the table and drinks it.
“What are you doing, Valentina?” Salvatore narrows his eyes at her. “Why did you come here tonight?”
She smiles. “I’m not doing anything. And I came here because my husband is here.”
“Yet he was here with some other women by his side.” I sit straight.
“Did you think he would be loyal to you? That he would fall in love, and then what? You could manipulate him? You see, I had a talk with your brother before marriage was even mentioned. He said you’re the brains helping him.
So, I have to ask myself whether there is an ulterior motive for marrying Gabriel. ”
I shake my head, not sure what’s going on with him. This is the first time he’s ever mentioned this. “Salvatore.”
She doesn’t even flinch at his accusations. “Sounds like you have a lot to get off your chest, but I can assure you that what you’re saying isn’t true.”
“How can I be sure?”
She laughs. “My only motive is to have fun with my husband tonight. You should try it.”
I grab her upper arm and pull her back into the seat. “That’s enough.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Zip it.” I turn to Salvatore, jaw tight, and give a slow shake of my head. “She shouldn’t have disrespected you, but you started it.”
“I should punish her, but I’ll leave that to you. I’ve had enough of disobedient women.” He stands, and I watch my friend leave.
His words were calculated, hitting me like knives. He isn’t thinking straight. His marriage to Isabella is hanging by a thread. That’s why I ignore him and turn my attention back to my wife. Her eyes are filled with questions.
“What does he mean by punishing me and disobedient women?”
I give her a small, deliberate smirk. “You should be a lot more worried about the consequences of your actions.”
Her brows pull together. “What actions are those?”
I lean in enough for her to feel the weight of my question. “Why did you come here tonight, Valentina?”
She smiles and leans in. “Can I tell you a secret?” I nod, amused.
“I have a husband, and he is ignoring me. Can you imagine that? On our wedding night, he fucked me until I couldn’t move and enjoyed every second of it, only for him to ignore me and my needs after.
” Her breath brushes my cheek, and the memory of our wedding night makes my cock harden.
“So, I find another woman’s hands on him.
” A chuckle escapes her. “My first thought was to cut those hands off her, but then, she didn’t know he was married, so I needed to inform her.
Maybe next time I should spill some blood.
What do you think?” Her eyes catch mine. Our faces are inches from each other.
I trace my lower lip with the tip of my tongue, and my smile spreads before I burst into laughter.
“What’s so funny? I would love it if you could share,” Marco prompts.
“Oh, I was just telling him about my husband.” Valentina smiles.
Marco raises his eyebrows. His eyes meet mine, a smirk covering his face. “Your husband?”
She shrugs. “Just a joke I was telling him.”
“Oh, I love jokes. Do tell.”
“It’s a private one.” She leans forward. “I’m Valentina, by the way, and you must be Marco.”
He smirks. “Nice to meet you officially, Valentina.” He shoots me a look. “I like her.”
I pin him with a glare and shake my head. His interest in Valentina is just to fuck with me.
“I have to ask, so I don’t have to kill the idiots at the entrance. How did you get inside?” Marco raises his eyebrows. His question is strictly business.
She smiles. “I had help.”
“Did you now? Was your helper maybe five feet tall? A tiny brunette?” Marco leans forward, inspecting my wife.
“Why?”
“It doesn’t matter why.”
“I don’t like your tone, Marco.” Valentina’s tone sharpens.
“Come on, Valentina. Just answer my question.”
Even if Valentina doesn’t show it, I can feel her flinch beside me at his harsh tone.
I inhale deeply to calm myself. “That’s enough!” I growl at him. I guess inhaling didn’t work. “She isn't one of your groupies, Marco. I would be careful how you continue this conversation.”
He raises his hands. “Hey, I just want to know who helped her.”
“Why does it matter?” Valentina asks.
His smile spreads as his eyes follow the movement at the bar. “Never mind. I have my answer.” He pushes the girl next to him to the side and stands, pinning them both with a glare. “You can leave. Find yourself another dick. I have better things to do.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose when I realize what he’s talking about. Valentina and I watch as he approaches Clara, who looks annoyed by his presence.
“Is there anything happening between those two?” Valentina tilts her head to the side as she watches them.
“Something is. Which is exactly why I would like to stay out of it. Marco’s relationships are too messy.” I stand. “Come. I’ll take you home.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Who said anything about going home? I came here to have some fun, and I intend to do so.”
“Come on, Valentina.”
“I said no. You can leave, and since I’m not home, feel free to go there since you're avoiding me.”
I exhale and sit back. “I’m not avoiding you. There is just too much happening right now.”
I’m not lying. There are a lot of things occupying my mind. Some of them are connected to Cosa Nostra, and some are connected to her and how she’s taking down my armor and making me feel strange things, even those I never felt before.
She laughs. “Figures. Admit it. Admit that you're avoiding me.”
“Why does it matter?”
She stands. “You know what, it doesn’t matter to me if it doesn’t matter to you.
I’m not leaving. The only way I will leave is unwillingly, and you’ll have to carry me.
Now, excuse me while I go and have a good time.
” She slips past me toward Marco, who is intimidating Carla.
She moves between them and takes Carla’s hand, leading her toward the VIP dance floor.
Defeated, I shuffle down in the seat and inhale deeply, trying to calm myself. Marco slides beside me, a smirk on his face. “This is going to be fun.”
I watch my wife dance and drink with Clara.
There isn’t a man who hasn’t looked at them, but with the two bodyguards by their sides, they’re keeping their distance.
I take a sip of my drink as my wife throws her head back and laughs while she's dancing with Clara.
She says something to her and then walks toward our booth, where a pole is placed.
She wraps her hand around it and twirls around before resting her back on it, and she spreads her legs and moves her hips. She bites her lip and slowly lowers herself to the floor.
I catch a glimpse of her lace-covered pussy under the fishnets, and a growl escapes me. My cock, hard since the moment she reminded me of our wedding night, is now begging for release. I look at Marco, but he is busy watching Carla, who is dancing by herself.
Valentina stands and turns her back to me, hugging the pole, pushing her ass in my direction and slowly lowering her upper body down, giving me a perfect look at her now exposed ass.
I reach her in two strides, take her upper arms, and pin her to the pole. “Having fun?”
She bursts into laughter. “I haven’t even started.”
“I think that’s enough for tonight. You've had too much to drink.”
She tries to get out of my grip, but she's too intoxicated. “I’m not done yet. I was supposed to give you a show.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “What kind of show?”