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I’m sorry to do this on our wedding day. I’ve made an important decision and hope you’ll understand and forgive me in time. We aren’t meant for each other, and we both know this marriage is a mistake. I know that I don’t satisfy your needs.
I am not under duress and am safe. Please don’t try to track me down. Mr. Russo helped me realize that I deserve to live on my terms. He has generously offered to finance my dreams. It’s a gift that I can never repay. His only request was I step away from you for good.
You will easily find another bride since a marriage of convenience is all you want. But you’ll have to do that without me. We deserve better than to settle and hold one another back. We need to find our own bliss—best of luck in your career.
Be happy for me, please.
Sincerely, Riley.
Drake crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it on the ground. His ire turned from Alessandra to Anthony.
“What the fuck is this? A Dear John letter? You made her do this? It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t even sound like her. What did you do to her, Russo?”
“I gave her a gift. Something she wanted more than marriage. It was the chance to finance her dreams, as she eloquently stated. You should be thanking me. I gave you a faithful woman. She’ll make a good wife. She was trained for this.” He turned toward his daughter. “On your knees, Alessandra. Show your husband what a good submissive woman you are.”
“Papà, please! He doesn’t want to be married to me. Don’t make me do this,” she begged.
Anthony’s mocking grin slipped in a second as he grabbed his daughter by the shoulders and roughly shoved her to the floor. “I said on your knees, Alessandra. Do not make me repeat it.”
Shocked to see that Tony had the audacity to treat a woman in such a way caused Drake’s protective instincts to kick in. Recalling the bruise on her cheek, he shifted in front of Alessandra with his fists clenched. He’d be damned if anyone lay a hand on his wife. “Don’t you dare touch her!” he hissed.
Alessandra sobbed behind him. “Yes, sir.”
Drake turned toward Alessandra. His eyes darkened with arousal at the sight of the gorgeous redhead on her knees. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she remained still, on display in her dress. His gaze lingered on her full breasts that threatened to spill from the corset. If only they were alone, Drake would've pulled down her dress and tasted her supple olive skin.
There was a purity to Alessandra that Drake wanted to sully. He wanted her mouth wrapped around his cock while her tears mixed with her saliva, providing extra lubrication. Drake bit back a groan as he clenched and unclenched his fists. He ached to spank her and let the sounds of flesh against flesh and her cries fill the room. He wanted to feel her silky, naked skin beneath his palm and watch her turn a lovely shade of pink. But this was neither the time nor the place.
Dark desire slipped into his voice as he issued his first order. “Alessandra, humble.”
Though she sobbed in humiliation, Alessandra did as instructed. She prostrated herself in her wedding gown and lowered her forehead to the dingy beige carpet. Her fingertips graced the tip of Drake’s four-hundred-dollar cap-toe Oxfords as she stretched her arms before her.
“She will serve you well. From my understanding, your ex-fiancée didn’t share your tastes. Your wife responds well to a firm master. Now that you’ve received your gift, why don’t we discuss business.”
Alessandra moved to rise, but Drake barked at her, “Alessandra, stay.”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled.
Drake followed Anthony into the hallway, where things immediately became heated. Though a head shorter than Drake, Anthony exuded a menacing air. Unfortunately for the mob boss, Drake wasn’t easily intimidated.
“What the fuck is going on here, Russo? What did you do with Riley?”
Anthony laughed, “You already read Riley’s letter. You know better than anyone the answer to that question. You should be focused on starting your marriage on the proper foot. I assure you it cannot be annulled. A marriage scandal and quick divorce won’t reflect well on the future assistant U.S. attorney’s record. Now that you’ve married into the Russo family, I believe they refer to it as a conflict of interest.
“As my son-in-law, it’s time to discuss a quid pro quo arrangement. Jenny Nguyen is our in-house attorney. You need to stay abreast of the District Attorney’s movements.”
Drake grabbed Anthony’s collar. “You son of a bitch! Your son is guilty. I know he acted on your orders. He deserves to do time, and you deserve to rot in hell.”
Anthony pushed Drake off and adjusted the lapels of his jacket. “Is that any way to speak to your father-in-law? When can I expect my son’s release and the charges dropped?”
“That won’t be happening!” Drake said with conviction.
“No? A copy of your marriage certificate has already been sent to my son’s attorney. She’ll be contacting the clerk for the first possible hearing date,” the older man sneered.
“How could you use your own daughter as a pawn in your twisted scheme? It seems she and Riley are the only victims here.”
Anthony laughed, “Riley accepted half a million dollars to leave you. It only took a single offer. She didn’t bother to negotiate for more. I guess your relationship wasn’t worth much.”
“I don’t care how it looks. I’ll file for divorce tomorrow. I know a judge willing to push through the paperwork and finalize it immediately. He’s here as my guest. Perhaps you’d like an introduction? Surely you can appreciate my working relationships with Cook County judges.”
