Chapter Maximo’s POV
Maximo’s POV
I just stood there, in utter shock, as my new wife reached under her wedding dress and pulled out a knife so quickly and gracefully, slicing it across Bianca’s throat.
I saw the blood spurting out, even from the distance I was at.
Aria had the most serene smile on her face which did not fit the scene playing out in front of me.
My men appeared to be just as shocked as me as we waited for Bianca to fall onto the floor, blood everywhere, including my wife’s wedding dress.
I had not expected my supposedly docile, submissive wife to slice a woman’s throat right in front of me while smiling like she was posing for a family portrait.
The worst part? My cock was as hard as rock.
It had been at half mast all evening, no thanks to my arranged wife’s beauty and elegance.
Her mother and my mother worked together to put it on.
My mother had told me that she thought Aria’s mother was a weak excuse for a Mafia woman.
Apparently, Giuseppe Dominguez didn’t bother being discreet with his mistresses, parading them in and out of their house.
The one plus about that was, Aria should know I would have mistresses.
Did I plan to have sex with my wife? Absolutely.
Who wouldn’t want to fuck that woman? But after what just happened, I had a feeling, sex might be off the table with my new bride.
I would have to have a conversation with her.
I was keeping my mistresses. No one was going to tell me how to be a husband.
I knew my mother would be disappointed. My father had been faithful.
My parents had been a rare breed. They were a strong alliance together.
Was it always that way? No. My mother told him in no uncertain terms she would not tolerate the same “disgusting” behavior her father engaged in with her mother.
She told him point blank after walking in on him two weeks after their wedding with a maid pounding into her ass over the dining room table, that if he couldn’t keep it in his pants, she would leave his ass.
He thought she was joking until she disappeared and it took him two months to find her.
She was with another man, making my father lose his shit. Her response?
“If you don’t have to be faithful, neither do I.”
They came to an agreement. No cheating. No hands on.
Or she was gone. My mother had made a good point when I found out about the indiscretion.
The maid my father had been with was let go without warning.
She had cried hysterically, saying she couldn’t tell the Boss no, but Mama did not care.
She would not look on her husband’s indiscretion on a daily basis.
“If fucking a bunch of different women makes him think it makes him look like he has control, he’s dead wrong. It shows he can’t control his urges and impulses for shit.”
My mother could cuss with the best of them. I had nothing but respect for her. I knew she hated that I had been with multiple women. She understood that men had desiderio sessuale, but “if a man can’t control basic urges, how are we expected to trust and respect a man like that?”
Damn her and her good points!
My wife had turned to me and in no uncertain terms told me to keep my mistresses away from her.
Well, at least she knew I would have mistresses.
But that didn’t change the fact we would need an heir at some point and time.
She then turned and walked to the other side of the honeymoon mansion, with the knife still in her hand, trailing blood the whole way.
I ran a hand down my face, waiting until I heard a door close. I turned to my men and barked at them, “Ripulisci tutto!”
It was already 2 am, so I wasn’t going to bother finding another woman for the night. I guess I was going my wedding night without sex.
I would have to reach out to Aria’s oldest brother, Nino, and find out who the hell I married.
Their father, Giuseppe Dominguez, was one of two Enforcers within my clan.
Giuseppe’s brother was the other Enforcer.
Nino was expected to take over his father’s place within the next year while his cousin, Alonzo, would take over for his father.
Nino’s brother Rico would be a bonus Enforcer.
Giuseppe had reassured me that his daughter would fall in line and knew the score of being my wife.
He either misled me or didn’t have a clue who his daughter really was.
I walked to the bar at the far end of the living room, poured a double scotch and threw it back.
It burned, but I needed the burn after what I had just witnessed.
I stood there, staring at the mess that had been Bianca, while my men picked up her limp, bloody body from the floor.
I needed to order new furniture for the room and have a good cleaner sent in. Luckily I had access to the best.
I pulled out my phone and texted for a cleaning team immediately.
Truth be told, I was going to have words with Bianca after my wife left the room about threatening her. I would not put up with that shit! And I knew if her brothers found out, loyalty to me be damned, they would go after the bitch. But it looked like that wouldn’t be an issue now.
Bianca had been okay in bed. Nothing spectacular.
Most of the women weren’t. They provided a service.
They got luxury items and to be able to say they slept with they great Don Maximo Ruiz, but Bianca stepped way past her boundaries.
I would have threatened her not to do it again, but if it had, she would have been out on her ass.
Permanently. I don’t kill women. Unless that is the only option.
Guess I didn’t have to worry about it now.
Looking back on the night, the wedding had gone well. Aria had presented as the perfect bride in a Cinderella dress for a queen, even though she looked both beautiful and ridiculous at the same time. She had smiled as if it was her duty, which I guess it was.
Even though her father had approached me about an arrangement with her, I had never had any direct interactions with her.
I had observed her when I was in Giuseppe’s home talking business, or when she was at any number of public events.
She was always quiet with that soft, serene smile on her face.
The only time I ever saw anything different was when she was with her cousin, Lorenzo.
Her smile was brighter with him. It even seemed more genuine.
Even more so than with the rest of her own family.
I would definitely have to get to know my wife better. I decided to head to bed, let the cleaners do their job, and begin to get to know my new wife, starting tomorrow.
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The next morning, I came down to the kitchen to find the mansion’s staff had already put breakfast food out in a small buffet-like setup. I heard clinking noises, looking over to find my wife at the long dining room table.
I rolled my eyes, and put on my game face. “Morning Aria.”
“Maximo.”
My name. Only my name. Yet somehow in her soft, sweet tone, it got me hard.
This was going to be a challenge. I grabbed a plate of food, eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. Aria was sitting in the middle of the table, which was an odd place, but I chose to sit at one end.
The head of the table. She did not bother to look up at me once.
She had her phone out and appeared to be looking at it intently.
I cleared my throat before talking. “I think we need to have a discussion.” I paused. “About last night.”
Not even a flicker from her. “Uh huh.” She was still looking at her phone while taking a bite of her food.
In a stern voice, “Aria.”
Nothing.
In a slightly louder voice, “Aria, look at me.” She would not disrespect me.
Watching her, I almost thought she rolled her eyes at me, but I couldn’t be sure from this angle. She took a moment longer than I wanted her to before she turned to me with a sweet smile on her face. Looking at her closely now, I could tell it was fake.
“What would you like to say about last night, Maximo?” Her tone dripped with sweetness. It threw me off with what I had witnessed last night. This woman apparently had two sides to her. I would have to get to know both.
I cleared my throat again, and maintained a stern look. “What you did to Bianca was unacceptable.”
An eyebrow quirked up, making me want to smile. Not so sweet Aria, is it?
“Well, would you prefer I tell my brothers that a whore threatened my life? I don’t think we want all that drama, now do we?” She practically drawled out. Her smile widened.
“And what exactly do you think your brothers could do? They work for me.”
“Ah, but i miei fratelli would want to honor the family. Would it not look bad if the Don could not control his whores and protect his moglie?” She smiled in her sweet way.
Damn this fucking woman! But she was right.
It would look like I had no control over Bianca if word got out that she threatened Aria, whether or not I had intervened or not.
“Hmmm. Moving forward, you will leave my women alone.” I emphasized women so she understood where she stood within this arrangement. However, that backfired spectacularly with what she said next.
In the same sweet, soft tone, she replied, “Oh but of course, Maximo. I am aware of the arrangement. I understand you are like my father, and have needs that cannot be filled by his true wife.”
I was shocked by her throwing shade against her father, but I kept that under wraps.
“Besides, I figured you would have your playthings while I can continue with my men.”
Men? What the fuck?
Without realizing it, I raised my voice at her. “What do you mean, men?”
“Oh Maximo, dear. I am not understanding this tone from you. I would assume since you can have dalliances outside of this arrangement, it would only seem fair that I too should be able to continue with my own extracurricular activities.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at me.
“I should not be expected to remain celibate while your out their in the world ‘sowing your wild oats.’”
I stood up, shoving the chair back so hard it scraped against the floor. “You will not make a mockery of this arrangement. You will not be fucking around like a whore.”
I was shocked when her eyes narrowed at me, but she continued to speak in the same sweet, soft tone.
“Dear Maximo. I am not a whore. I have slept with only three men in my entire life. Could you say the same? How many women have you been with, hmmmm?” I tensed up, knowing she was right, but that didn’t matter.
I was the fucking Don. I could do what the fuck I wanted to, when I wanted to.
“As you clearly stated, this is an arrangement. We are husband and wife on paper. What we do behind closed doors should not be an issue, correct? Besides, I’m surprised with all your connections you did not know about my men.
” This time she had a smug smile on her face.
“So, as you can tell, I can be very discreet. My lovers know the deal. Discretion has always been maintained.”
I wasn’t sure which part pissed me off more, that there was more than one man, or that she referred to them as her lovers. Lovers insinuated affection, and closeness. None of the women I had ever been with would fall under the category as a lover. A fling, a fuck, a release. That was about it.
I tried to reel in my anger. She was my fucking wife. Arrangement or not.
“How often do you see these…...men?”
She shrugged casually, and continued to smile sweetly at me. That sweet smile was starting to drive me up the fucking wall. Did she have any other expressions for fuck sakes?
“As needed. They take care of my needs when they are needed.”
I had lost my appetite. “Well, keep your men away from me or I’ll rip their fucking throats out.
If I hear anything about you and your men, that shit will end.
Understood?” Without waiting for an answer, I stormed out of the room.
And now I would have to go out and get something to eat because I couldn’t stay in the same room as my wife and finish breakfast, knowing she was fucking other men.
Three of them. Did she fuck them all at the same time?
Two at the same time? That just pissed me off more.
I could have sex with multiple women at a time, but usually only when I was drinking. My wife was a dirty whore?
Shit! I just realized we never discussed having an heir and where we stood. But at this point, I doubt she was eager to jump in bed with me. Guess I would just have to come back to that later. For now, I would just have to keep using my line of available pussy. No big deal.