Ruthless Mafia 19

“No?”
“No. She lives to please my uncle, and I am a stain on the perfection of the Giannone name. It was her duty to ensure I
don’t make it worse or embarrass him any further than my birth already did.”
“Your birth embarrassed him?”
“I was born out of sin.”
“Holy fuck.” Icaro grunted. “Your uncle is a controlling, manipulative bastard who uses the church as his excuse to be a
massive prick. The only thing holy about the man is his conscience which is so full of holes it’s like Swiss cheese. You were
not born out of sin, amoré. While your father was the biggest shithead in high school, your mom genuinely loved him.
Despite his love being faked and not reciprocated the love your mother felt was there when you were conceived and thus
you were born out of love. She might have regretted falling in love with a lying sack of shit, but it doesn’t take away the
fact she loved him, she willingly gave herself to him and lovingly conceived you. Fuck Ippocrate Giannone for making
either of you feel otherwise.”
She bit her bottom lip, unshed tears stinging her eyes, “thank you for saying this. I’ve never,” she stammered, “nobody
has ever said such a nice thing to me before.”
“Yes, well, we’re married now and having you think you’re an abomination of some kind doesn’t do well for the Lucchesi
name.”
She glowered at him and then saw the way the corner of his mouth tugged up. He was teasing her. She shook her head
and looked away again. “Very funny. You kissed me too long in the church. It was disrespectful.”
“No. The thoughts running through my head while I kissed you was disrespectful to the church but the fact I held back
and didn’t throw you on the altar, lift your skirt and claim you right there was the height of me showing restraint and
respect. You look exquisite in your lacy dress. I want you in lacy underwear tonight when we get to our hotel room.”
“Why a hotel room? Why not your house?”
“I’m renovating the suites of our rooms to ensure you’re given the utmost in comfort. I usually sleep there but I don’t
truly spend a lot of time relaxing at home. I’ll be changing this practice so while we are in Italy it will be gutted and
renovated to suit you.”
“Have other women been in the bed in the house in New York?”
“No. I fuck in hotels, sweetheart.”
“Why are you so crass?”
“It saves you misunderstanding. I have never made love to another woman, Zorah. I have fucked. I have had my cock
sucked. I have not ever made love because this was something I was saving for my wife when she was ready. I have never
spent an entire night with a woman in my arms. I have never held or cuddled a woman after fucking. I fuck. I leave.”
“And you’ve fucked,” the word burnt her esophagus, “a lot?”
“One, you swearing just made my dick so hard it might explode and two, yes. I have. I will not lie to you, Zorah. Not now. Not ever.”
“Why?” she swallowed her disappointment. “If you knew from the time you held me in your arms as you say you did,
then why could you not simply wait and be mine and only mine? Why must your devotion to being faithful only have
started once we said our vows?”
She noted the way his mouth opened and closed as he appeared stunned by her question. She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Either way, this is a bunch of double standards, and I cannot help but feel like I’m a fool. I should have been
permitted to live as freely as you were permitted. Instead, I was saddled with a family who saved my virtue for you when
you were allowed to be free with your sexuality. You call it fucking,” again the word felt terrible on her tongue, “but I
think this makes it worse. You could have used your hand to make a warm hole to use instead of a bunch of nameless women you couldn’t be bothered to hold after.”
His eyes were wide as he stared at her. “My hand?”
“Yes. It’s irrelevant now. I will do my conjugal duty and honor the commitment I have to this marriage because it’s what I
promised in my vows but only once the medical confirms doing so won’t leave me barren from a disease such as
gonorrhea or syphilis.”
“Hey,” he reached out and tugged her hand between his, “I can see you’ve spent time thinking about this and I am sorry
you feel I have let you down.”
She snorted at his words, “you’re sorry I feel let down? You’re not sorry for your actions but because I’m perceiving an
injustice. Save it. Simply because you think you’re slick with your words doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for them. In case
you missed it, I’ve spent the last twenty-one years with people who know how to manipulate words to suit them. You
aren’t apologizing for your actions, Icaro so don’t bother trying to placate me.”
He grunted and then tugged folded papers from the inside of his coat, “here.” He slid them into her hands.
“What is this?”
“The medical you requested.”
She sniffed with disdain, “forged?”
“Absolutely not! The results were rushed to be sure, but they are real and true.”
“Humph,” she lifted her chin as she opened the papers and began perusing them. When she drew her finger along every
single line of each test result, he gave an exasperated hiss. “Did you think I wouldn’t be thorough in reading them?”
“I didn’t think you were going to be so finicky. I’m clean. There are no risks to either of us. I want to kiss you more before we get to the helicopter.”
“Not yet. I’m not done reading.”
Despite how much she really liked kissing him and all the dreams she’d been having since their impromptu date Tuesday
evening which were far more sordid than kissing, she was angry. He’d admitted to having lots of lovers in his life and she
was supposed to turn a blind eye after he told her the story of the men in his family finding their soulmates? She was
half-hoping there was something in here, though she wanted it to be a curable condition like body lice, which would
make him have to suffer a bit longer.
She’d waited twenty-one years to lose her virginity. She could wait weeks more if she needed to and she was hoping,
against all odds there was something in this report which would help her.