Vengeance.
It's something I've been taught as the son of a cruel mafia don; something I've comforted myself with for years.
When the one thing that kept me grounded is yanked away so ruthlessly, it's only in my nature to strike out in the only way...
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I watched as my husband of six hours slammed his lips down on another woman's.
I felt like a creep watching them from my bedroom window, but I found myself unable to move.
That should have been me, I thought bitterly, the hurt piercing my heart.
Who was I kidding? Nicholas didn't see me as his wife. I was just his prisoner, and we certainly weren't ever going to be a couple.
My gaze once again drifted to the scene to find the woman gone. Nicholas's eyes fixated on me. I jerked back from the window, mortified at being caught by him.
I slowly crept to the window, pushing my curtains aside to take another peek at him, my curiosity far from sated. This time around, he was doing laps around the pool, his muscular, tattooed body gliding effortlessly through the water.
The full sleeve of tattoos on his left arm looked like they were dancing under the light.
He was breathtakingly handsome with his long, black hair, penetrating silver eyes, thick lashes any girl would kill for, a slightly crooked nose that said he'd been in several scuffles, enticing lips, and perfectly groomed brows.
The five o'clock shadow he spotted was what sealed the deal for me. He looked every bit the ruthless mafia don everyone feared. You didn't live in a world like ours without hearing his name.
I had committed every inch of his face to memory at the ceremony earlier, and it was a shame I felt no desire toward him.
Again, who was I kidding? I found him a hell of a lot attractive, and the desire was there. Did I feel guilty about that, seeing as he was my sister's ex-boyfriend? Hell to the fuck yes.
But, I couldn't be blamed. Every girl in my shoes would feel the same. He was a sharp contrast to what he'd looked like back in high school.
He had been handsome, but he didn't possess the same power and dark edge this Nicholas possessed, and who wasn't a sucker for bad boys?
It was rather ironic that I wanted a bad boy of my own who worshipped the ground I walked on. Down the lane, we would have kids, and he would be loyal to the bone. Sure, I got the bad boy, but I knew I wasn't getting the love and kids.
Nicholas didn't want me that way. We had different views of marriage, and I was just a Rossi by name.
When I thought today couldn't get any worse after the ceremony, I walked into my bedroom to find out it was a replica of Gianna's old bedroom.
