The Don and the Wife

(5) pugs and guns ♡

Chapter 5

pugs and guns ♡

My gaze falls to the empty black sheets beside me, the bed neatly made as though he had never slept there at all and I briefly consider whether or not he did, but the citrusy scent that trails behind Cavallaro like a bad omen assaults my nostrils and I know he was right beside me all night long. And yet he didn't touch me once.

Not wanting to dwell on thoughts of my new husband, I instantly sit up in bed and glare at the annoying crack between the curtains which interrupted my sleep.

The mirror on the dresser glints tauntingly and I notice how small and dainty I look, lost within Cavallaro's bed. The silk sheets surround me like a pool of blackness and I appear to be drowning in a world that isn't my own. I run my hands over the material and think of the green and blue sheets that used to encase me in Italy.

I sigh and drag myself away from the image and the memory it invoked. I am determined to make the most of my new life, start afresh and utilise the tools which have been instilled in me for the past nine years.

My blue painted toe nails look strange against the black carpet adorning the floor and I make a mental note to remove the gaudy colour as I slip my feet into my slippers.

Padding over to the closet, I find it overflowing with items far too extravagant for my taste. The pug on my suitcase seems to be mocking me with its large eyes and I reach out my leg to knock it over, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud.

"What the fuck was that?"

I spin around with a light shriek when I find Dante in the closet doorway pointing a gun at where my pug case was moments ago.

"Jesus Christ, Dante," I breathe out holding my hand over my heart, "it was just my suitcase, it fell over."

The tip of my toe tingles from where I kicked it but I ignore the sensation and watch as my brother-in-law lowers his gun and tucks it back into its holster.

After realising there is no immediate danger, Dante shoots me a lopsided grin, "How was the wedding night, principessa?" He motions to the bed with his hand, "Need me to get the sheets changed for you," he finishes his statement with a wink that makes me roll my eyes.

Pointing to the bedroom door, I usher him away, "Get out, Dante."

He holds his hands up and backs away towards the door, "Okay, just here to tell you Mama is waiting for you in the kitchen," he stops by the door and looks back at me, his face cracked open with a grin, "you should probably wash the sex away in the shower first though, si?"

I shriek and hurl my slipper in his direction but he slips out the door too swiftly leaving it to thud pathetically to the floor behind him.

In the time it takes for me to shower and dress, I've managed to list three good things in my life right now and one thing I want to improve on.

✓ more Money than I need

✓ Friends who Love Me More than Life

✓ the Potential (and now Power) to actually Achieve Something

✗ don't Kick the things that Piss You Off

Repeating the list in my head, I look at my reflection in the mirror and deem my outfit good enough for the day. I wrestle my thick straight hair into a messy bun and then my hazel eyes flicker between the fluffy white socks I pulled on over my tights to keep warm and the large array of death trap heels lining the closet.