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“I don’t care about my body count, Caputo, as long as you’re one of them.”
His face slowly turned red from chin up and he leaned closer. When my anger hit a new level, instead of pulling back, I put my forehead on his, pushing back like a ram.
He wanted to fight with me? Fine. I’ve waited for this. My father died waiting for this.
But if Fabiano Caputo thought he could take my wife from me, he was about to see hell before he’s even dead.
Chapter 25
Sicily shook under us. Salvatore’s strength was so overwhelming, it was virtually pushing father out of the room.
The twoDonswere butting heads –literally– and neither looked ready to back down. Salvatore’s nostrils flared and he was breathing like a dragon, looking at my father like he was ready to kill someone without hesitation. His arms flexed and he moved his right hand to the gun hanging on his belt.
My reaction was more of an instinct than a rational decision. I stretched my arm and took Salvatore’s hand in mine, entwining our fingers, before he could do anything stupid. A second later, I felt the tension in his body melting away and he stepped to the side.
“I like the dress, Grazi. Take it and let’s go.”
Dad scoffed. “Your woman is leading you by the dick, Fiori.”
“You,” Salvatore fixed him with a hard look, “should be thanking Grazia because she’s the only reason you can walk out of here breathing. Take this as a warning,Don. Next time I see you, there will be blood.”
My husband didn’t expect an answer. He pushed me to the changing rooms and urged me to find my clothes. When we came back, there was no trace of my Father or Ariana.
“Sasa, are you ok?” I asked when he walked out the shop carrying my bags.
“All good, Grazi.”
“You don’t sound good.”
After the fight we had the other night, running into Father was the last thing we needed. At least the old men didn’t call me a whore again. I don’t think anything could have saved him then.
“How do I sound?”
“Pissed off. Are you mad at me?”
“At you?”
“Yes.” I sighed. “It’s like Pietro said. You stepped in your father’s place and made waves. You, my husband, could be the greatestDonin Italy. All I’ve brought for you are problems.”
“Pietro said that to you?”
“Yes, before our wedding.”
“Remind me to kick him in the teeth.” He mumbled. “My business and the Fiorifamigliahave nothing to do with our marriage, Grazia. I can make a lot of money, I can lead an army of men, but without you, I’m nothing. Problems and all, you’re mine.”
I stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk, shielding my eyes from the afternoon sun with my hand. The sigh that escaped me was long.
“It wasn’t supposed to be so hard for us.”
“Tesoro,” he pulled me to him and crooked his neck to kiss my cheek, “nothing is too hard. I’d fight a thousand wars for you and win them all.”
Warmth flooded my chest.
“You seem very sure of yourself,Don.”
“Don’t I always take care of you?” He asked, smiling, and I did too. He asked me that before, always so sure of himself.
“Yes, you do. You always take care of me.”
