The Don and the Wife

(7) gym please ♡

Chapter 7 - gym please ♡

It has been a week since Cavallaro left me on the floor of his office and since then I have been sleeping in the bedroom adjoining his. Cava hasn't said a word to me on the matter, in fact he hasn't spoken to me at all, and I am going completely out of my mind,

"Please, Dante," I beg again, "I just need an outlet."

Dante shakes his head as he begins setting up the gym for a training session, "No, principessa, my brother says you are not to set foot in the gym," he stops to look over at me, "I suggest you leave and change before he sees you."

I look down at my sports bra, leggings and hoody. My whole outfit is black except for my bright green trainer socks which glow against the tanned skin of my ankles.

"How is he ever going to know, Dante?" The men start trailing into the gym and begin sparring with one another, I point at them, "I am good enough to keep up with that, I promise."

He sighs and looks at me, "Lyra, you aren't new to this world, you grew up around men like my brother and you know exactly what happens when you defy them," he gives me a sympathetic smile. "He might change his mind, principessa, but for now don't rock the boat, si?"

Reluctantly, I nod my head before bending down to pick up my gym bag, but I jump in shock when I feel small hand coming down on my ass.

"Ciao, bella," a soft voice greets, "il suo culo sembra incredibile."

Your ass looks amazing.

I turn to face Caterina, shooting her a pout, "sì, ma probabilmente inizierà a ridursi ora non riesco a risolvere."

Yes, but it will probably start shrinking now I can't work out.

Cat rolls her eyes at me as she pulls her long blonde hair back into a sleek ponytail, "Bossman will relent eventually, bella, just keep trying"

I pull my gym bag up onto my shoulder, looking longingly at the men sparring, "There is no point, I think I'll just ignore him for the foreseeable future."

She sends me a dry stare, "He is your husband, Lyra, you can't ignore him forever."

Before I can respond, Dante saunters past us, capturing Cat's attention, "Why don't you do something useful for once, Dante, and let Lyra train," her tone is playful as she watches him stop beside us.

"Vaffanculo, Caterina, non hai un cazzo su cui sederti?" He mumbles as he grabs his gloves and a water bottle before moving towards the other men.

Fuck off, Caterina, don't you have some dick to sit on?

Blue eyes nonchalantly roll as she turns away from the moody Italian but I see the flash of pain she tries to conceal, "See you later, bebe," she blows me a kiss which I pretend to catch dramatically, making her laugh as she makes her way over to the treadmill on the other side of the room.

Pissed off, I stomp over to Dante, "Why do you always have to be such an asshole to her, Dante?" I mutter as he bounces on his toes, shaking his arms and head in an attempt to wake himself up before training.

There is a club on the estate which isn't too far from the main mansion that is for the use of the family and their 'special guests' only. Cat works there as a stripper, one of the few who doesn't actually sleep with the men she dances for. Dante has always been an asshole to her. Even in the club in Sorrento, when he visited whilst she worked there would always be some disagreement between them and over the years she has learnt to ignore it but I know how much his words hurt her.