Arranged & Unhinged (Tropes & Nopes #2)

Chapter Aria’s POV

Aria’s POV

I was standing in the middle of the living room of the honeymoon mansion, yes mansion, not a suite at a fancy hotel like you would think, with a skanky hoe in my face trying to tell me what my place was in this scenario.

My new husband, the fucker, was standing a few feet behind her looking smug as a bug, arms crossed.

He seemed a little too pleased with his bitch’s behavior towards me, and that’s something I was going to have to change.

She was speaking clearly so everyone in the room could hear, which included a few of my husband’s mafia clan men.

“You may be his wife on paper, bitch, but you will never be in his bed. That’s my place.”

I smiled innocently at her. In a soft tone I said, “But of course. He is all yours.”

I could see my husband, Maximo Ruiz, frown out of the corner of my eye.

I knew this man was a player, manwhore, shagger, or whatever word you wanted to use for him, so I had very little interest, or plans, of ever being in his bed.

I had my own men to satisfy me. Yes, men.

Plural. As in two men I have had “on the side” for at least two years now.

I had a third that was shuffled in the mix, but he moved out of the country and got married. Poor man!

Maximo made a move as if to approach, but stopped when his whore kept talking.

“No, I don’t think you get it. Just because you’re his wife legally, doesn’t mean you get to have a say in anything in this house.

” I could feel the fire slowly starting to burn inside, but I held my calm demeanor as I had always done.

My face still held a soft smile for her.

“If you try to do anything I don’t approve of, which will likely be everything, you will be dealt with.

Understood? So know your place in all of this. ”

This woman was clearly stupid if she thought my brothers would tolerate this treatment towards me, but I could handle shit on my own. And they were all about to find out just how well I could handle my shit.

I could see a slightly hardened look to Maximo’s expression before it went back to blank. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I also didn’t care. This woman would not ever threaten me again.

My smile widened as I leaned down and started to pull my wedding dress up a bit, bunching it around my knees, as I reached my hand underneath, watching this whore’s eyes frown in confusion at my action, throwing her off.

In a quick, steady motion, I pulled the dagger that was sheathed to my left leg holster, and swung up and across, slicing the bitch’s throat.

Gasps were heard all around the room as I stared into the whore’s eyes, her staring back in pure shock, as both her hands went to her throat, trying to stop the heavy flow of her blood down her pretty little neck.

She had been a pretty woman in that made up, phony sort of way.

She was taller than me at 5’8”, long, straight blond hair, dark brown eyes, and so skinny she was probably anorexic.

I was quite certain she was one of those bitches that starved themselves thinking it made her look like a model.

She had unusually large breasts, pretty sure those were fake, as well as a perfectly lined nose.

Wouldn’t doubt that being fake as well. Funny thing was, the woman had no ass whatsoever.

Me? I had a beautiful round bump. My men made sure to praise my body, and my ass was apparently my best asset.

Her blood was spreading all down her pretty, glamorous silver dress that had been a halter dress, coming to mid-thigh, and very low-cut in the front.

The blood was also spraying from her trying to hold her neck, getting all over the white couch behind her.

White couch with blood? Fabulous scene! I couldn’t have planned this any better. Seriously.

I still had the dagger in my hand, facing down at the floor, dripping blood in a pool. I continued to stare at her until her eyes rolled back and she dropped to the floor, and into a fantastically bloody fucking mess.

I looked up at my husband and said, in a sugary sweet voice, “Darling husband. Do tell your lovely whores not to threaten me ever again.” I smiled sweetly at him as he stared at me in shock.

I turned and walked quietly towards the back of the mansion where I suspected there were some rooms. I didn’t care if it was a damned office, I would not want to be near a room where my husband would find another whore to bring in and do what he wanted with.

He could keep his whores and playthings.

He would not be touching me, so I could care less.

But that didn’t mean I wanted to see it or hear it.

The one plus about this marriage? I was free, and out from under my father’s thumb. If I could slice his throat I would, but he had too many men protecting him. Lucky bastard!

I found a spacious guest room on the ground floor thank goodness.

I was able to lock myself in and put my dripping dagger into the bathroom’s sink.

I had left a trail of blood to where I ended up, but not my problem.

He brought a mess to my face, so I brought a mess to the floor.

That fucker would need to learn to keep his space from me.

I took off my bloody wedding dress. It was likely ruined now with all that blood on it, which made me smile. Wide.

I didn’t want the stupid fucking dress to begin with, nor the Paris wedding extravaganza that took place as my wedding.

That was all father and Maximo Ruiz’s doing.

I was grateful for the bloody dress because I would have an excuse to throw it out.

Not saving that, though it probably would have been a fantastic souvenir for our first wedding anniversary. Hmmmm……..now that I think of it……

I rolled it up and set it aside, smiling wickedly.

I jumped into the guest room’s shower to clean the blood off. There was a robe in the bathroom that I chose to use. I could have walked around naked, but I wasn’t ready for that. Maybe once the guys got used to me. I smiled again.

Maximo Ruiz had no idea what he signed up for. I may become the biggest regret of his life.

After the shower, I pulled out my phone from a pocket in the bloody dress on the floor. I called my cousin.

“Hey cuz, how’s married life treating you already?” He cackled.

“Fuck off, Lorenzo.”

He laughed harder. Lorenzo and I had been as the old saying goes, ‘as thick as thieves’ growing up.

He had been ignored by my ignorant uncle, Francesco Dominguez, because Lorenzo came out gay at 14 years old.

My auntie, Costanza, encouraged Lorenzo in all things.

Which is why he is one of my best friends, and one of the best known hackers today.

The family doesn’t know he is the infamous hacker, Geronimo.

His own brother, my other cousin, treats him like he’s invisible, but that came about from modeling his father’s behaviors.

We are most comfortable when we are with each other.

Lorenzo knows my secrets as I know many of his. Not all of course. He’s that good.

“So how has the honeymoon started?”

I smiled wickedly. “Had to cut a bitch’s throat.”

Silence. “Aria, are you fucking kidding?” He sounded agitated.

“Hey, she threatened me!” Okay, it came out more like a whine, but I didn’t need my bestie shaming me for being me.

“Seriously?” Now he sounded pissed.

“Yes. She said if I did anything she didn’t approve I would ‘be dealt with’.” I attempted to mimic the bitch’s tone.

His voice dropped to a whisper. “Wow. She’s a dumbass.” Silence. “And Maximo just sat there and did nothing about it?”

I shrugged, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. “He seemed pleased with her performance until she threatened me. But that could have just been me thinking too much into it. Whatever. He can keep his hoe-hoes just as long as they stay the fuck away from me.”

Lorenzo laughed. “He has no idea what he married into.”

We both laughed.

No, no he did not.