Page 58 of The Don’s Omega

“It’s open,” I call out.

The door opens and sure enough it’s Marcello. He steps inside, closing it behind him. I hate that even when I’m angry with him I can’t help noticing how attractive he is. He’s wearing a fitted white shirt and dark slacks that cling to his muscular thighs. No suit jacket or tie tonight. He looks tired as if the day has been taxing both emotionally and physically.

I know the feeling.

His jaw tightens as his dark eyes take in the bruise on my temple. “I came to check on you.”

“How kind of you to make time for me.” I don’t bother hiding the sarcasm in my voice.

He ignores my tone. “How’s your head?”

“Still attached.”

“Elio,” he rumbles. “Don’t be a brat.”

“What do you want me to say, Marcello? That I’m fine? I’m not fine. I almost died today,” I rasp. “Maybe that’s just a day that ends in Y for you, but I’m not used to it.” I purposely don’t mention Sandro. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

He narrows his eyes. “Don’t try to use today as an excuse to get out of our agreement.”

I frown. “I’m not trying to get out of our agreement. I’m simply not thrilled about what happened today. It was terrifying. I’ve never been through anything like that before.”

He’s quiet for a moment. Then he moves further into the room. I expect him to come toward the bed, but instead he heads to the armchair near the window. I thought maybe he came to my room to have sex, but perhaps Sandro has taken care of his needs.

He sits and then says, “The people who came after you today have been dealt with.”

“Dealt with how?”

He shrugs. “You don’t need the details. All you need to know is that I’ve identified who was behind the attack and I’ve handled it. You’re safe now.”

I sigh. “I think we both know that’s probably not true. There are probably plenty of other people who would love to try and murder me just because I’m married to you.”

He examines his nails. “Okay. But if they do, I’ll deal with them the same way.”

“Hopefully I survive the next attempts,” I murmur.

“You survived today.”

“By the skin of my teeth, yeah.” I swallow hard. “By the way, I have to talk to you about something. The accident today made me realize I need something from you.”

“We already signed the contract.”

His pompous voice annoys me, but I try to ignore it. “Yes, but as you well know, I had no idea who you were then.”

“What about it?” he asks irritably.

“Well, today has driven home the fact that the contract isn’t sufficient for my needs.”

“It isn’t sufficient for your needs?” He squints at me. “In what way?”

“I feel as if you and Kessler tricked me. You purposely kept your identity hidden so I’d sign the paperwork. If I’d known who you were, I would have asked for a few extra things. You robbed me of that chance by withholding information.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue. He can’t argue. We both know I walked into this arrangement not knowing he was mafia. But by then, I was trapped. Things were already in motion for Fabio’s surgery. I couldn’t back out, which was what he was betting on.

“You know keeping that from me was unfair,” I say gruffly.

“Says who? My offer to you was extremely generous whether you knew who I was or not. Why would I have to change the terms after the fact?” His mouth has an arrogant twist to it.

Anger nudges me because the bastard seems to be enjoying this. “Marcello, this isn’t a fucking game to me. You purposely withheld your identity and now I need you to compensate me for that.”