Page 38 of Always Meant To Be

Haven’t I fucking proved how much she means to me, how she’s my fucking queen?

Haven’t I given her enough proof that I can’t stand her sister?

Growling with anger, I shove off the wall and go back to my desk, downing my drink before I sit, only to sigh. I can’t even fucking see what color the thing is. It’s full of fucking documents for the legitimate businesses that I’ve been behind on since our Mexico trip, and now I’m too fucking busy clearing up the mishap with our gun shipments.

We have a fucking mole. A south end gang member’s sister is using one of the Greek’s men to find them. I wasn’t even back in New York for five fucking minutes before I got the call.

Sighing, I grab the first folder for one of our restaurants, ready to get on with it. If I don’t, I’ll go outside and throw my wife over my shoulder. My phone rings, making me groan.

“What?” I answer with tension.

“Is that how you always answer your phone,il mio ragazzo?” my father replies, and I chuckle a little before he says, “I take it your wife is still refusing to speak to you?”

I snort. “She’s even started locking the guest bedroom door at night, thinking it would keep me out.”

Papa sighs. “I’m sorry,il mio ragazzo. I never should have allowed you to sign that fucking contract without re-reading it.”

I hum. “I know, Papa.” I look toward the window again. “But we can’t change the past; we only learn from it.”

“Doesn’t help you now, does it?” he murmurs.

Well, he’s right about that, and I mumble, “No, it doesn’t.”

Two years trying to get her to fall for me, burying myself in her life, four years of marriage ensuring she only saw me, fucking wasted.

I took El for granted; I know I did. I was cocky and thought she’d never be able to leave me, and yet, here she is, trying to divorce me, with my child inside her to boot. I’d do anything to get just one moment back, only one where it's just her and I together, and she’s looking at me like I’m her world again….

“Since when do you like taking baths?” El asks as I gently glide my fingers down her wet arms before linking them with hers, holding her tightly.

I smile at her words as I run my nose along the side of her neck up to her ear, where I gently kiss her, and rasp, “Since you were in here.”

She snorts, relaxing against my chest as I wrap my arms around her, causing the water to spill over the edge, not that I give a shit.

She looks up, tilting her head, and I smile. I run my nose along hers before kissing her lips lightly, then moving mine down her cheek, causing her to move her head again, giving me access. I skim my lips over her skin, giving her goosebumps.

I’d gotten home from work later than normal; some fucker thinking he could get out of paying back the loan he took from us, and Leonardo too busy getting his dick wet to answer his fucking phone and sort it, causing me to step in.

Something about El’s friend going on a date, and him needing to let off steam….

I can’t say I’m too fucking mad at him now, though, because instead of having dinner with my wife where she’d spendtwenty minutes talking my ear off just to get me to talk to her, I walk into our ensuite to find her soaking in a tub full of bubbles.

My dick instantly liked what he saw, and he wasn’t alone.

My wife naked, her hair down and wet….

Fuck me, she was a vision.

“Leonardo called me this evening,” she murmurs, and I internally wince.

“Let me guess, he’s upset you didn’t tell him about Holly’s date?” I question.

She hums, gently unlinking our fingers, moving my hands to hold her around her waist, which I comply to instantly. She runs her finger over the tattooed cross along my forearm, and says, “There was nothing to tell because it wasn’t a date. The man she met up with was her uncle, and Leo took it the wrong way, which I told him twenty minutes ago.”

I sigh, kissing her shoulder, and murmur, “He screwed one of the strippers at the club this evening.”

El tuts. “This is why she wants nothing to do with him. She doesn’t even know about his lifestyle, the mafia world, and that would have been difficult for him to win her over…but him screwing someone else?”

She shakes her head in disappointment, and I kiss her shoulder again, and bring my hands up, cupping her tits, my thumbs gently rubbing over her nipples, making her gasp.