Page 24 of Always Meant To Be
I shrug. “I don’t know. All I know is that she’s been calling my wife more. Instead of calling once a month, she calls at least three or four times a week. El will answer, and the call can range from a few minutes to half an hour, but she barely speaks; she just listens. Az has been keeping me up to date, monitoring her phone, just in case she decides to pull a runner.”
Not that Elena knows. She’d fucking castrate me if she knew the head of our security within the organization is monitoring her.
He shakes his head. “I don’t care if El is willing to listen to her. She marked her,fratello, and it’s just wrong. You know your wife, nothing she could say and do could warrant that kind of punishment, she’s too fucking sweet.”
I tap my pen again. “I know, Antonio, believe me, I fucking know. She’s giving me the cold shoulder, yet allowing me to have her body.”
He stands, straightening his suit jacket, and says, “She’s looking for a way to leave you,fratello, and you need to figure out a way to ensure that doesn’t happen, and not just because you're madly, obsessively in love with your queen, but because I’ve read through your contract with a tooth and a fucking comb with our lawyer.”
I groan, “I know Antonio. If El divorces me, then I’m to marry the bitch.”
He heads for the door mumbling, “I’ll never know how you haven’t punched our father for his fuck up over your contract, or put a bullet in both Liliya’s and Anastasia’s heads.” He walks out the door, but not before stating loudly, “Call your wife, Romeo.”
I groan again, leaning back in my chair, and slumping down.
He says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world, when it’s fucking not. She won’t want to go to Liliya’s, not understanding why we must, and unwilling to listen to reason.
Several times, I have tried to tell her what was written in the contract, and each time she’s fucking shut me down, and the two times I’ve given her the contract and told her to read through it, she’s torn it up, then burned it.
Sighing, I stand, button my black suit jacket, and grab my phone, before walking out of the room. The employees all skedaddle when they notice me, while some women stop and eye me up like I’m a piece of meat, despite knowing I’m married.
Ignoring them, I head toward the elevators, knowing this conversation with my wife needs to be in person.
Damn, I’d rather run into a gunfight naked, than have this conversation with my wife right about now.
Forty minutes later, I walk down the colorful hallway toward my wife’s classroom. It’s lunchtime, so I know that’s where she’ll be, but fury builds when I get to her open door.
Elena smiles at the soon-to-be dead fucker, Damian, who is wiping her fucking lip with a corner of the napkin, and it takes everything in me not to grab my piece from my back.
“There you go, Elly,” he says, smirking, his stupid slicked-back blonde hair looking ridiculous.
My wife furrows her brows and questions, “Elly?”
He smirks. “It suits you, and it’s all mine.”
“Huh…” she mumbles, leaning away from him a little, looking unsettled as his eyes go to her tits,my fucking tits, that he can see clearly from where he’s sitting on the edge of her desk.
Elena doesn’t notice; she is too busy checking the papers in front of her, and drinking her water through a straw.
I watch him slowly lick his bottom lip, and fury blinds me.
“Is there a reason you’re staring at my wife’s breasts?” I snap, making both of them jump.
The fucker’s face pales, while El tilts her head in confusion and asks, “Is everything alright, Rome?” with concern, and I get it, I never show up at her school, well, her classroom, in the middle of the day. Most evenings, I try to pick her up after work.
I may have had one of my men remove the alternator in her car two months ago, and it’s been in the “shop” since. She either has me or her guard bring her to school or pick her up.
I was hoping she’d talk to me more like she used to, but it’s not working.
The fucker clears his throat and asks, “Can I help you with something?”
I glare at him and snap, “Yeah, you can get the fuck off my wife’s desk, and fuck off now, before I put a hole in your head!” Elena sighs as he quickly jumps off her desk and runs past me, out of the room. I scoff. “Fucking pussy.”
“Was that really necessary, Rome?” Elena sighs.
I look at her and raise a brow. “Oh, so you'rehappywhen women fawn over me?”
She winces and looks down, clearly not happy that I’ve seen her jealousy over the years, which I fucking loved.