Ruthless Mafia 28

Zorah was stepping into the tub when Icaro poked his head back into the bathroom.
“Hey, I just got a call from my father, and he wants to see me downstairs for a minute. He apologizes for interrupting our wedding night. He promised not to take too much of my time. I asked housekeeping to put the towels on the dresser so
if you hear them come in, do not worry.” He leaned over the tub, “you are very sexy in this bath with these bubbles. I may
end up shooting my father for his intrusion into our time.”
She smiled, “yes but if you do so, won’t you have to completely take over the family and won’t you be even busier than
you already are? I think as newlyweds, you should want to be less busy not busier.”
He gave a bark of laughter at her words, “sage, wise words from my new bride.” He leaned down and kissed her lips. “I
shall be back sooner than you can think. You can get all dressed up in your pretty nightdress for me, no?”
“Yes. I will.”
“Good.” He kissed her again. “I want to climb in there with you. Maybe I will just shoot his leg and not kill him.”
She rolled her eyes as he grumbled under his breath when he closed the bathroom door behind him.
Sinking into the tub she allowed herself to enjoy the scent and the feeling of being pampered. There was something in
Icaro’s mannerisms which was easing her mind. Despite the reluctance she’d been feeling all week, this emotion was not
what she’d anticipated.
Relaxed, she felt perhaps she’d dozed off when she heard the outer door to the suite open and close. Probably the extra
towels to clean up the water which was still on the floor near the tub. Her eyes caught the night wear again and she
found herself wanting very much to get into it. Carefully, she got out of the bath after pulling the plug. Drying herself off
with the towel hanging in the bathroom, instead of going to the other room to get the other ones brought up by
housekeeping, she used hers to sop up the water on the floor.
She took her time to get into the pretty bralette and panty set and then wrapped up in the long sheer robe. The wide
satin golden belt she tied up in a big bow at her hip and Zorah couldn’t help but smile at her reflection in the mirror. She
felt beautiful.
A memory of her mother only this morning telling her pride was a sin flared up and she mentally batted it away. There was no room for those words tonight. Her smile pulled her lips widely as she considered Icaro would probably want her
to do all kinds of sinful things tonight.
Her mind ran to the big bed in the other room and an idea to crawl onto it and wait for Icaro to join her filled caused her
to move quickly to the door. Pulling it open she froze at the sight in front of her. Cocking her head to one side she stared
incredulously at the bed.
“Who are you?”
The question caused Zorah to clutch the side of the door frame and squeeze it for support. “I believe I should be asking
you this question.” She couldn’t stop looking at the very naked woman sipping a glass of champagne sprawled amongst
the rose petals on her bridal bed.
“Icaro is expecting me. This is his suite tonight,” the woman rose elegantly from the bed and set the champagne glass on
the nightstand. She stood up and faced Zorah uncaring of her nudity.
“Where are your clothes?” Zorah looked around the room and noted the trench coat draped over a chair. “Put that on.”
“Who are you?” the woman demanded. “Icaro asked me here.”
“You’re lying.”
“Every time he comes home to New York, we meet here.”
Zorah’s recalled Icaro telling her he never slept with the same woman twice and she wasn’t sure who was lying but
prayed it was this woman who was making no move to get her coat back on. Zorah noted the pile of towels which must
have been left by housekeeping. Was this how the woman got in?
“How did you get in here?”
“I walked right in with my key.” The woman huffed, “listen, I don’t know who you think you are, but Icaro is my lover. We’ve been lover for years and you need to leave now before he gets back here and puts a bullet in you. You do know
he’s the second in command to the biggest mafia in the world, right?”
Zorah moved to her purse which she’d dropped when she first came to the room and pulled her phone out of it.
Downstairs, her new father-in-law told her this floor was not able to be accessed by anyone but family and specific hotel
staff. It meant either this woman was given special permission to be on the floor, which might support her claims she’d
been here before, or the woman was let in by either someone who worked in the hotel or one of Icaro’s men. She was
going to call Icaro.
She was unimpressed by the woman’s brazen behavior. “You do know Icaro brought me here, right?” Zorah asked the woman.
“As if he’d bring someone like you. Who let you in here?”
Day one. It was her very first day of being married and already Icaro’s playboy ways were causing her to have a
headache. “Can you please put some clothing on?” she asked again.
“No. Icaro likes me this way.”
“Well, he’s not here.” She dialed the number for her husband. She heard the phone ringing in the hallway, and she
turned just in time to see the door push open.
“Amoré,” he shot her a wide smile which fell in a split second as he pulled a gun from behind his back and fired a single
shot at the woman on the far side of the room and hit her in the knee.
The woman screamed as the bullet embedded into her leg causing her to fall to the floor, but it was nothing on the
scream which erupted from Zorah’s lips at the sudden onset of violence. The sound of pounding feet as a crew of men
came racing in the direction of the room.
Zorah flinched as a half dozen other men all came into the room with weapons drawn and pointed at the bleeding woman.
Icaro glared at the woman on the floor after shoving Zorah behind his back protectively. He walked towards the woman
and held a gun to her forehead, “how the fuck did you get into my suite?”