Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
SERENITY
He says he knows the real reason I didn’t put Nair in his shampoo.
Yet, Nico doesn’t tell me what the reason is.
Does he think I still love him? He’s delusional if he does.
“Are you sure the spider is dead?”
“Miff took his tarantula home.”
My eyes widen. “It’s his pet?”
“Yes.” Nico disappears into the bathroom. I hear water running. He returns several minutes later and climbs into bed.
“Get under the blanket and go to sleep. You have a dress fitting at nine a.m.,” he says as he turns his back.
The asshole moved up the wedding date. I purposely lay on top of the sheet, pull the blanket over my body, turn my back to him, and flip off the lamp.
This moment is so different from the last time we were together.
It was perfect until he brought up marriage.
As much as I wanted to be with Nico, I couldn’t.
My trauma hung over my head like a storm cloud.
It’s not like I don’t understand the plane could crash with my child on it.
Or that he could fall down the steps and break his neck.
I cringe at the thought. But raising a child in the mafia world automatically makes them a target.
I know. There’s still a target on my back.
My enemy already said he knows where I am at all times.
He wants to put the fear into me. Little does he know I’ll be ready for him.
Thankfully, I keep my child hidden from the world so no one knows he exists.
I ease onto my back and peek at Nico, who’s also turned my way.
A small smile lifts my lips. He’s never been able to keep his back turned to me.
I slide my hand over my bonnet. What am I going to do?
Mr. Vindictive Mafia Boss moved up the wedding date, huh?
I arch a brow at an idea, and a devilish smirk lifts my lips. He’s in for a rude awakening.
Iflip the perfectly round pancake in the pan as I hum along to the song playing on my phone lying on the kitchen counter.
It took Nico roughly twenty minutes before his body was wrapped around mine and his hard dick poked my spine.
A part of me wanted to ease out of bed and sleep in the chair to escape the feelings that were choking me.
Then the other part of me missed his strong, muscled arms wrapped around me. Truthfully, it’s my safe place.
My thick, wavy hair hangs in a long braid over my left shoulder. I’m wearing a white tank with the top three tiny buttons undone and yellow sleep shorts.
“Good morning, future wife.” Nico claps his hands as he strolls toward me.
I cringe at the sound of future wife.
He hovers over my shoulder, like an oversized, muscled beast. “Looks delicious.” His deep vocals ignite something inside me that feels familiar. I hate that I love how good he makes me feel.
Focus, Serenity.
“Can’t believe you cooked breakfast.”
“I have to eat. So I cooked enough for both of us,” I say.
“Yeah, I don’t remember you cooking for us in the past.”
He grips my hips and plants a kiss against the crown of my head. My heart lurches in my chest. For a brief second, I consider not following through with my plan.
“Have a seat,” I tell him.
He eagerly sits at the table. Nico is dressed in a t-shirt and navy basketball shorts. I peek at his muscled pecs straining against the fabric. I have to stop lusting after my ex who’s now my future husband.
Shit, future husband.
Why is this my life? Because you agreed to a deal, Serenity. For your dad.
I place three pancakes and three strips of bacon on a plate for him and two pancakes and two strips of bacon on my plate.
My back is to Nico as I pick up one of the two flour sifters and sprinkle powdered sugar over his pancakes.
I use the second sifter to sprinkle powdered sugar over mine.
Afterwards, I discard both sifters in the sink and rinse them with water.
I pick up our plates and carry them to the table. My heart races in my chest.
“Don’t get used to this,” I sigh as I place our plates on the table.
Nico smiles down at his food. “Thanks, Serenity.”
He looks so happy it makes my heart hurt even more.
“You’re welcome.” I cut into my pancakes and slip a forkful into my mouth.
Miff appears out of thin air. Where the hell did he come from?
“Good morning, Nico, Serenity.”
I frown. “Good morning, Spider-Man,” I sneer.
He chuckles. “Funny.”
His gaze falls on Nico, who’s about to slip a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.
“Boss, don’t.”
Nico sighs and pushes the plate away.
My mouth drops open. “Now you’re too good to eat my meal?”
“It’s not like that, future wife.”
Miff pulls a small, clear case of blue liquid from his pocket.
My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest.
Miff puts a forkful of pancakes into the blue liquid.
“The boss knows he can’t eat anyone’s food unless it’s tested first.”
I grab the container and toss it across the room. The box burst open.
I glare at Nico. “I won’t ever share a meal with you again.”
Picking up my plate, I stalk out of the kitchen, not looking back.
Fuck, I can’t even kill him right.
At this point, I don’t know how I’ll get out of this situation. I lost my appetite, so I place my plate on the dresser. After stripping off my clothes, I stroll into the shower, flip on the water, and sit on the bench.
What am I going to do? Eyes closed, I blow out a breath.
I hear the shower door open with force. “Is this where we are, Serenity?” His powerful voice bounces off the shower walls.
I don’t bother opening my eyes. I almost killed the…a statement I’ve only whispered I willingly push back down.
Slowly my gray eyes open and I meet his brown-eyed gaze. “If you didn’t want the meal I cooked. All you had to say was no thanks.”
Standing on his knees on the smooth gold and black speckled floor, he palms my face. I can see the man I loved breaking before my eyes.
I can’t help the small smile that teeters on the edge of my lips.
“Serenity, you tried to poison me,” he grits out.
For some strange reason, I want to stick my tongue out and lick his lips. Nico is a drug. Anytime I’m around him, it’s almost impossible to resist him.
“I’d like to finish my shower. So I can get dressed. I have to meet my boyfriend, Kobi.”
Nico’s eyes darken and he squeezes my face harder. “Serenity, you're testing my resolve.”
“I’m testing yours, Nico? You moved look alike Scarlett Johansson into your Delaware condo.
And she joined you at my welcome-home party.
I think it’s safe to say you’re still fucking her.
Listen, fuck her as much as you want. If you still plan to marry me, don’t bring her to this house because if you do, I will slaughter that bitch,” I roar.
A cocky smirk lifts one corner of his sexy mouth. “You’ve been watching me, Serenity?”
“Nico, you’ve gotten into a lot of trouble over the years. What are you trying to prove?”
His lips take mine in a brutal kiss that sends every tiny hair on my body rising.
I reach up and grip the back of his hair.
It’s not lost on me Nico is still dressed and I’m completely naked.
His body is flush against mine. I push my tongue past his lips, and he devours it.
I moan because the kiss is stirring up memories I only dream about every night.
He pulls back and his eyes drop to my heaving breasts. “For someone who has a boyfriend, you still get worked up for me. I don’t have to push two fingers into your tight cunt to know you're wet for me. I can smell your arousal.” His tongue glides across his lower lip. “You’re wet…for me, Serenity.”
He stands under the spray of water. His dark hair sticks to his face. And his huge cock tints his basketball shorts. I lean back on my palms and widen my thick thighs.
His eyes are glued to my throbbing pussy.
Nico slips his fingers through his hair, sweeping the strands backwards. “Your dress fitting is in the last bedroom on the left. Get there now,” he orders, then walks out of the shower.
I pull my legs up and rest my face on my knees. How will I kill Nico?
Twenty-minutes later, I saunter into a bedroom.
A woman twirls in my direction, all smiles. “Serenity, come in.”
“My name is Lacorla. I’m your seamstress.”
She leads me to a dress rack. “Pick through these gorgeous gowns.”
I shake my head. “You can pick. I don’t care if I get married in a paper bag.”
Her smile withers and her brows raise. “This is your special day,” she says with a thick Spanish accent.
“Choose a dress, please.” She pats my arm and steps away.
I blow out a breath and walk over to the rack of white dresses. Nico and I had sex so many times I should probably wear a black dress. My fingers move over the satin fabric of one of the dresses.
“That’s a nice dress,” a woman says to my right.
I glance at the rock on her finger. “Your ring is stunning.”
She grins. “Thank you.”
I hold her gaze. “And you are?”
“Kinsley.”