Page 56 of His Vicious Vow
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Carina
Two hours is all it takes to plan a wedding costing almost half a million dollars. I froze in shock when Natasha giggled at the number. When she saw my shock she laughed out loud and said it’s actually cheaper than it could be because the food, location and everything for the plates and chairs will be at cost because it’s here in the hotel.
My mind is reeling so much I completely miss the alert thing going off again and suddenly a pretty woman is sitting down across from me beside Natasha. She opens her briefcase on the table.
“Hello, lovely to meet you Mrs. Leonetti. I’m Jennifer. I am flattered you and your husband have selected me to assist you with update of your home. Mr. Leonetti was quite firm your room be seen to first so we can get everything delivered and updated today. If we could start with a tour of your home, my assistant Elaine is getting measurements now for the kitchen, she’ll come into the dining room, do the living room and meet us in your room.”
She has the same question as Natasha did, what was my vision for the home?
She offers me her iPad to log into my pinned dreams of the home I hoped to one day create. After looking them over she nods with a smile. “This is going to be fun.”
Although I had my reservations, Jennifer was right. I’m once again stunned when she tells me the bare room will be full and decorated before the end of the business day.
I’m even more stunned when she’s right. I can’t stop touching things, in awe at how pretty my room is. I don’t even want to think of how much it cost. Jennifer was firm I was not allowed to see prices—per Sandro.
The rest of the place would be updated over the next week. Once the men who delivered and put things up and together are gone, I start adding my own things to the empty shelves.
I jump at the alert thingy sounding. Excitement fills me at the idea of seeing Sandro again. Only to stop at the sight of a pretty young woman walking down the hall toward me. She stops when she sees me too.
Her brown eyes roll at me. “Of course you have a body like a stripper. Sandro makes more sense now.”
“Excuse you.” Flies out of my mouth before I can stop it.
Brown eyes go wide. “Excuse me? Oh no, Sandro won’t like that. If I tell him you were rude to me—”
“Who the hell are you?” I demand, angry his girlfriend would dare to come here.
“I’m Bianca, his sister.” Oh shit. She sees the recognition and fear. “Exactly. Watch yourself. If I tell Sandro he will not be pleased. You’re the wife but I’m his family. I’m the one he loves, not you. He’s stuck with you. He doesn’t want you.”
Every word hurts because it’s true. Throwing her long hair back she sticks up her nose in the air and keeps walking toward her room and slams the door.
Tears come the moment I’m safe inside my room. I kick off my shoes and dive into bed. Sandro is stuck with me. He attempted to make the best out of a bad situation. How could I have forgotten for one moment? I might have said something stupid but he jumped at the chance for things to go back to the way he originally planned: separate rooms, separate lives.
I ran and he followed because he didn’t have a choice. To let me go would be to face others finding out he couldn’t handle the girl he’s forced to marry. No mafia man would allow his pride to take a hit like that. It’s the same reason he was nice to me, to get me to fall in line and not make an ass out of myself.
So I won’t. I’ll be the perfect mafia wife and some day I’ll give him two point five children and we’ll get a dog and he’ll get a mistress and we’ll meet at the breakfast table and when he needs me to play the wife.
It takes forever to fall asleep as I wonder how I’m going to survive the next twenty years.
CHAPTER 21
Carina
“Your husband is an asshole for putting a tracker in me and if I ever see Sergei again it’s on sight.” I grumble. Then remember I’m supposed to be convincing her I’m happy. I’ve put the call off as long as I can, it’s been two days since we arrived in Las Vegas. If I went any longer Celia would get on a plane and come out here—at least that’s what her last text warned me. “But in the end I’m glad Milos did it. I am happy with Sandro. This is where I want to be.”
Her sigh is heavy. “Really? If you—”
“I love him, Celia.” The words spill out of me. Closing my eyes to stop the tears from falling. “I didn’t want to, hating him was easier. When you told me this mafia world is where we belong I didn’t want to listen. I wanted something different but when I was in Italy as beautiful as it was I couldn’t imagine living in it—I didn’t want to live in it. All I wanted was Sandro.”
“I’m sorry about Milos putting a tracker in you. I lit into him when Sergei told me so don’t worry about Sergei getting his. When Milos found out Sergei spilled to me on the tracker after I was shocked they found you so fast he was mad.” Her sigh tells me what I need to, Sergei got it and I’m good to let it go. “Milos was only doing what he thought was right. He knows how important you are to me. The tracker saved my life. I hope to god it never saves yours but better safe than sorry. And they have one too—just in case.”
A shiver goes down my spine at the idea of needing to track Sandro. There would only be one reason any man in the mafia would need to be tracked.
Her giggle thankfully pulls me from my dark thoughts. “Milos is adamant Sandro is in love with you too. I’m also leaning that way. I have your man to thank for half a million dollars for my rescue. I’m thinking I might look for another location for one since we’re already almost full.”
I’m confused. “Sandro donated half a million to your rescue?”