My mind went blank. Is he talking about THE MAFIA? Like how they are shown in the movies with guns, fights and dirty jokes?
"Umm... you don't look like mafia." A line formed on my forehead as I looked at him up and down.
"I don't know you know men in New York mafia. Am I wrong in presuming you have met some of them?" His eyes narrowed as he slipped from the bed creating the distance I asked for before.
Only, when he did I felt the space separating us more pronounced. As if he is building a wall.
"Of course, I don't know anyone!!! How would I? I just stepped foot on this soil hardly over a month ago"
"Enough time to get acquainted"
"What are you implying Mr. Salvatore?" I squared my shoulders refusing to cower before him.
"The first thing you should know about me as my wife is, I don't imply anything Mrs. Salvatore. I say it directly."
"Your... your wife? Didn't we agree on a divorce?"
He folded his arms before him, trying to intimate me I suppose and damn it, it's working when he casually drawled, "funny, I didn't remember that conversation."
I rubbed my forehead with my thumb and forefinger as I took deep, calming breaths.
"Look, we both understood that there is some miscommunication happened. This marriage... it shouldn't have happened. It's a lie. We can't change it but we can divorce and go our separate ways. After all, you do have a bride tucked away somewhere. Why don't we keep this a secret and silently dissolve it? It will benefit all parties if I say so myself."
"First, we don't do separation in Famiglia. Second, we don't do divorce. So, get that in your pretty little head WIFE, that you are mine. We are in this together till one of us dies."
"At the rate we are going, that can be arranged," I curled my lip in frustration.
"Good. A Capo's wife need to be familiar with blood and killings," he nodded his head as if approving my choice of words.
Who the hell is Capo? What is Famiglia? As soon as he turns his back I'm going to knock Google's door.
"Uhhh!! I didn't ask your approval Mr. Salvatore. And what do you mean 'no divorce'? You mean to say, you guys stay together even if you don't want to? Isn't it like unwanted hell?"
"Famiglia sticks together."
"That explains everything. Thank you," I nodded hoping he would get my sarcasm. And he did if the tick in his jaw is to go by.
I suddenly feel drained.
"We don't do separation, we don't do divorce. Then what exactly do you guys do? Dance?" I mumbled to myself, getting irritated.
"Do you have something to say?"
"Umm... no. Nothing. So, where does this leaves us?"
"What exactly have you not understood in 'WIFE'? I could ask my men to bring a dictionary if you want," his facial expressions didn't change but I feel like he is mocking me.
My fingers curled beside me. I fisted them to hide my obvious frustration.
"Oh, sue me, if you want Mr. Salvatore. I didn't realise I was actually getting married. I thought it was fake"
"Too bad you picked the wrong venue"
"Can we get beyond that? What do you want me to say? I'm sorry? Ok, I'm sorry. I regret crashing your wedding. Is that what you want? Though, if you ask me, I did a favour to the bride. I got the short stick."
He advanced on me once again, gripping my upper arms and loomed above me.
"Trust me Mrs. Salvatore, nothing related to me is short."
My mouth dried up like a desert in an instant. Did he have to go there?
"I... you... is that what you say to yourself ?"
"Why you?"
I slightly patted the arm that is gripping me.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night Mr. Salvatore. I'm not questioning your integrity or your size," I solemnly nodded as if I understand where he is coming from.
The next thing I know, he crashed his lips over mine taking control over everything. It was surreal. It was real.
His teeth nibbled my bottom lip trying to pull through his. As if he is punishing me for needling him. My legs trembled with weakness. My core clenched in anticipation.
One of his hands, gripped my hair and pulled back, giving him more clearer access to my lips.
He savoured me. He made a banquet out of my lips and devoured them.
His lips played with mine, pulling them, sucking them, trying to learn them. It's too much. It's too little.
Sensations exploded inside me. I feel like I'm chasing something that is within my reach. Pleasure coerced through my veins. Just a step away.
And then he sucked my tongue. It became too much. My body clenched and like an arrow released from a string, my orga*m left through my body.
I shuddered in his arms, gripping his biceps. We both know what transpired between us. Nothing could hide it. Not my tell-tale blush, neither his too smug smile.
I growled Low in warning.
"Don't... don't you dare say anything," I muttered through clenched teeth.
"I'm just proving my point Mrs. Salvatore."
"You-"
"There wont be anymore talk of divorce or separation. You are my wife for good or worse. You will stay with me here from now on. Am I clear?"
"Wha... what? Here?"
"Why would I place my wife somewhere else when I'm here?"
"But you have your bride. What about her?"
"What about her?" He repeated my question as if what could be the problem. Men!!
"Won't she feel bad? I mean, obviously there must be something for you to agree on marrying her"
"What happens between me and Karina is between us. It has nothing to do with you"
"Oh, so, we are going to be in that kind of marriage," I thinned my lips at his implication. He is a contradiction. Just ten minutes ago be said, he don't like implying and now he is saying differently.
"What I do with Karina is none of your business. But what you do is very much mine. If you even think of fooling with someone else, Mrs. Salvatore, then I promise you, I will kill him. Very brutally. That, is a Capo's promise."
"You hypocrite!!!"
"Why? Just a while ago you were ready to throw in the towel. Then why are you angry that I want to spend some time with Karina? Isn't that what you want Mrs. Salvatore?"
"I didn't mean like that and you very well know it. You are twisting my words"
"Am I?"
"Ahhhh!!!" I screamed over the top of my lungs. Funny, not a single soul entered through that door to ask 'what happened?'
It is only then I realised how much trouble I'm in. He is serious. Those men and that doctor, they followed his orders.
Anyways, who else would proclaim proudly that they are from Mafia? And why would they? What do they gain from informing that to me? Nothing.
What transpired between us finally sunk inside me. I married to some mafia don who thinks he has the biggest stick to bat.
I'm in so much trouble.