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"It's been three years, baby. It's about time we wed; you know you’ll need a wife when you take over, and because I'm Italian and my uncle is the Don, you'd still get both Mafia's. You need a strong wife by your side, not someone who runs at the first hurdle. And you need an heir. You know we are compatible, especially between the sheets."
Maria's hand slowly reaches for Dimitri's gun, making me and Phoebe snort, and gaining the attention of everyone at the table. They look at Phoebe, who's trying to contain her laughter, then at me. I lock eyes with my father-in-law, trying to avoid bloodshed, and point my eyes toward his gun. He looks confused while my father, Alexandr, and Sergi notice what I mean, and try to hold in their laughter as well. It's not until Maria just about touches the weapon that he realizes what I mean and quickly grabs her hand, shaking his head. I put my hands over my mouth to silence my laughter. Damian still hears me, though, because he turns his head, giving me a raised brow. I just blow him a kiss, making him smirk.
When I think they are finally leaving because Damian hasn't said a thing to them, Luna opens her mouth again, getting his attention.
"Come on, Damian, you know she's not pining for you. Some people are saying she's dead, others are saying she left with her lover. You are aware she was fucking your brother and Sergi, right? I saw them; they had a threesome. Sign these papers, and let's plan our wedding. I miss you, baby."
My mouth opens in shock. She's accusing me of being unfaithful. In contrast, both men accused look like they're about to puke at the thought of sleeping with me. Al quickly grabs hold of Phoebe's hand, which is wrapped around his gun.
Everyone laughs silently…until they realize what she said.
"Eww," I accidently say out loud. My nose scrunches up, causing everyone at the table to laugh. This time, Damian turns halfway with a smirk, so he obviously heard me. I shiver from disgust, causing him to bite his lip to stop laughing, knowing that would never fucking happen.
It's good to know he finds my discomfort laughable, the dick.
Zia Emilia speaks again, clearly not hearing me. "Damian, I believe she is gone for good; I have already spoken to a lawyer who says all you have to do is sign these papers, and then you are free to finally be with Luna. You never consummated the marriage, so an annulment is a simple thing. Luna will make the perfect queen."
I hear my father mumble, "Always knew she hated that she was the second oldest and couldn't take over as a Don. Fucking money-grabbing cunt."
I smirk, then get up out of my seat. I need deal with this before my daughter witnesses things she should not.
I make my way over to Damian as Phoebe eggs me on. "You go, girl."
Everyone laughs again. The ladies at the door can't see me behind Damian’s large frame. Damian hasn’t spoken yet, and when I get close enough to put my hand on his back, I can see why. He's vibrating, struggling to hold his temper; he's pissed. I can understand why. He finally gets his wife back, then these two come and talk shit. This is supposed to be our new start. I won't let them plant any more fucking seeds of doubt in my family anymore.
I slide my hand from the middle of his back, rounding his left side, then up toward his chest, my wedding rings in full view of our guests. He visibly relaxes, and then lifts his arm for me to tuck into his side. He pulls me into his body, locking his arm around me, holding me tight.
"Zia Emilia, Luna? What a surprise! I didn't know you kept in touch with my husband while I was away.” I say in my sweetest voice as Damian's arm tightens around me. Fuck, he smells good. A bit of spice and oak, and something that is all him—I've missed it.
thirty six
Damian
I stand in the doorway with my beautiful wife at my side, trying not to stab these cunts in front of me. Seriously, the fact that they believe if I were to remarry—which I wouldn't; I'd die without Sofia—that I'd choose Luna is laughable, but trying to convince me that my wife fucked my brother and best friend is hilarious. Sofia's face when she heard them was a picture; she looked like she was about to vomit her breakfast. Now, Sofia is tucked under arm, where she belongs, while her aunt and cousin look like they've seen a ghost.
"S-Sofia, you’re alive," Emilia mutters, gasping, and I have to try hard not to roll my eyes. My wife doesn't. I snort and cover it with a cough. She looks at me, narrowing her eyes, and I give her my best innocent smile, making her shake her head. Then she looks at the two women, who are supposed to be family.
Luna is the first one to snap out of her stupor. "You left your fucking husband for three years, and then came crawling back?" she sneers. "I don't fucking think so; we were just planning our wedding."
I go to grab her, but Sofia's hold around my waist tightens. My wife's not stupid. Emilia has wisely kept her mouth shut; she's looking at me, scared shitless. My cold eyes stare hard at her, making her flinch. She starts to wring her hands together, knowing she has fucked up.
"You two are planning a wedding? Really?" my wife asks sweetly, causing me to look at her. Oh shit, her eyes hold amusement and rebellion. Is it too late to slam the door?
"Yes, we are. We've been waiting for the right time to announce it. We belong together. For years, I've had to watch him fake missing you to keep up pretenses."
This fucking bitch is delusional and crazy.
Sofia chuckles, and I tense, keeping one hand on my gun in the back of my jeans. I don't want my wife getting sticky fingers and trigger-happy, because it seems as though she can shoot like a pro. I might’ve let her do it, if Mila wasn’t inside.
"I take it this means I must divorce him, correct?" Sofia remarks.
I look at her again. What the fuck? Is she crazy? Even Emilia looks confused; Luna doesn't seem to understand our confusion, though.
"Yes, that would be the right thing to do!" Luna bleats.
Seriously?
"So, you're okay with being a stepmother, then?" Sofia asks sweetly.
