Chapter 37
Dante Romano’s POV
Everyone seemed to be testing my patience today
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wanted was to be with my
The meeting had dragged on far too long, and I was already on edge. My patience was snapping like a live wire, and all I wa wife. But of course, William Rossi had to be the motherfucker who decided to overstretch his luck today.
He leaned back in his seat, wearing that sug grin that made me want to put a bullet through his skull.
“I heard you got married, he drawled, as if he was discussing the goddamn weather. “So I brought you a wedding gift. Think of it as an apology for my brother’s actions. I don’t want any misunderstandings between us. Mr. Romano.”
A woman, fake tan, over–processed blonde hair, too much makeup–walked forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Before I could even process what the hell was happening, she threw herself onto my lap, her arms snaking around my neck.
“I would love it if you used me, Master Dante, she whispered, her breath hot against my car.
I closed my eyes for a second, pinching the bridge of my nose. A headache was coming.
This fucking bastard.
“She’s perfectly trained, Mr. Romano,” Rossi added with a wink, smirking like he had just done me a damn favor,
Did this fucker think I was an idiot! That I would be tempted by some secondhand trash while my wife existed in the same world?
I clenched my jaw, my fingers twitching with the urge to rip his throat out.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I growled, my voice sharp enough to cut through glass. My hands gripped the woman’s arms, ready to shove her off
The door swung open.
And my world stopped
Elara stood at the entrance, her piercing eyes locking onto me.
Fuck
She looked like a walking death sentence, those deadly red lips, i want to suck those lips till the are swallen and naturlly red. The maroon dress that clung to her curves, demanding my full attention.
That dress was going to be the death of me.
My
fists clenched. My jaw ticked.
Why the fuck was she wearing that while walking around outside? Who the hell had been looking at her? She should be at home, resting, safe. Not here, parading what was mine.
“Bad girl, I mumbled under my breath.
Then I saw it, her expression shifted. For a brief second, her face paled, and then rage filled her eyes, burning so hot it sent a shiver down my spine.
And just like that, I knew.
She wasn’t just mad. She was homicidal.
Her eyes flicked to the woman still sitting on my lap, and fuck–her fury was a thing of beauty.
Oh, shit.
Before she could even move, I shoved the shut off me. Hard, and told her its not whats its looks like but i can see her eyes, she don’t believe me.
My eyes widen hearing divore from her lips. Making me angry. She was hurt, disspointed, angry. I understand but divorce. Do she think it so easy to get divorce i guess she forget why we married first. I would fuck the though of divorce out of her mind for sure. She is needs some punishment
I saw her taking out her knife, making my eyes wide. She was about to bounce on the bitch but i stopped her. I would have gladly let her kill and have fun but, I don’t want my Amore to get her hands dirty and she hasn’t recoverd yet.
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I gripped her wrist, yanking her flush against me, my gaze locking onto hers.
Elara’s fury burned hot and wild, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her lips were slightly parted, her hands clenched at her sides like she was restraining herself from wrapping them around my throat.
Fuck. She was breathtaking.
Jealousy looked beautiful on her.
It wasn’t just the anger in her eyes that had my blood heating, it was the raw, unfiltered emotion and it was all for me.
My liule Amore. My ruthless, fiery fire.
A slow smirk tugged at my lips.
She wanted to kill the bitch!
I allowed her.
Let’s see what my little kitten is going to do.
As soon as i leave her she victoriously smirk and turned her icy gaze toward the trembling woman. Without another word, she reached out. grabbed a fistful of the woman’s hair, and yanked her forward.
was relentles
The woman let out a sharp cry, her manicured nails digging into Flara’s hand in a weak attempt to pry herself free. But Elara was
“Move” she commanded, dragging the woman toward the club’s main floor. Her heels clicked against the marble, each step echoing with authority.
Bella followed closely behind, her lips parted in shock, while I watched with amusement. My woman was pissed, and frankly, it was the most entertaining thing i’d seen all night
The moment Elara stormed into the center of the club, dragging the woman with her, everything stopped.
Everything stopped.
All eyes turned to them.
Gasps rippled through the crowd as people quickly stepped aside, forming a wide circle around them. Some whispered. Some gawked. Others smirked, entertained by the unexpected drama
Elara didn’t give a damn
amin about any of them.
With one final, brutal rug, she yanked the woman to her knees in the dead center of the club.
The woman whimpered, trying to crawl away, but Elara pressed the sharp edge of her blade against the woman’s jaw, forcing her still.
“Look at you.” Elara drawled, tilting her head. “All dolled up, throwing yourself at men who don’t even want you.”
The
woman trembled, but still glare at Flara.
“You dare have y
your plastic ass draped all over my husband and bar your lashes at him like a desperate little whore”
Listen=” the woman gasped, her hands clawing at Elara’s grip.
Slap!
Elara’s palm cracked across her face, sending her head snapping to the side. A gasp rippled through the crowd, and I swear I saw a few men wince at the sheer force behind it.
“You touched what’s mine,” Elara said, her voice cold as ice, deadly as a blade
T–I didn’t-
Sbp!
This time, the blonde bitch collapsed onto her knees, her hand flying to her reddened cheek, tears welling in her eyes.
Bella let out a low whistle from where she stood beside me. “Damn, sis, you are amazing” I looked at Bell with my eye narrowed. Sensing my graze she looked at me.” B–brother 17
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“I will talk to you late princess” I said coldly while she glub and dissapper from my sight. I looked at Mark signaled him to go behind her.
Then i looked at my boiling wife, She wasn’t done. Not even close.
She bent down, gripping the woman’s chin between her fingers, forcing her to look up. “Did you enjoy touching my husband?” she asked sweetly, her nail digging into the woman’s skin.
The blonde shook her head frantically. “N–no-”
Punch!
Elara’s fist collided with her jaw so hard I was almost impressed the bitch didn’t pass out right there. The crowd let out a collective of as the woman tumbled back, groaning.
Someone from the side made a move to step forward, maybe to intervene, but one glare from me stopped them dead.
No one interrupted my wife.
No one saved the bitch from her wrath.
Clara wasn’t satisfied yet. She grabbed the woman by the hair again, dragging her up just enough to look her in the eyes. “You chose the wrong man to throw yourself at” she whispered, before slamming her knee straight into her stomach.
The blonde let out a strangled cry, folding over onto the floor, gasping for breath
The club was so silent, you could hear the woman’s ragged breathing
Elara stood up with confidence like a queen, chest heaving fire burning in her eyes as she wiped the back of her hand across her lips. “If I ever see any of you near my husband ever,” she said slowly, voice thick with rage, “I will gut you like a fucking fish.”
Elara rolled her shoulders, exhaling sharply before turning on her heel, walking back toward me with the grace of a queen who had just executed her enemy
I smirked, reaching for her as she approached, wrapping a hand around her waist, pulling her against me.
“Feel better, amore?” I murmured.
But then nothing prepared me for this And then-
She slapped the shit out of me.
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