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 came to a halt when I heard a peal of hearty laughter come from one of the rooms. My feet moved of their own accord like they were gravitating to the sound, and I ended up next to the lounge room on the second floor.
I peeked into the room to find Giselle with a phone pressed up against her ear. She had a grin on her face as she talked to whoever was on the other end.
"Of course, babe." She giggled. "Hate fuck trumps every other fuck there is in this world."
Babe? Was she seeing someone else?
Her words from earlier in the kitchen floated into my head.
I'll extend that same courtesy when I see other men.
Was she already seeing other men, or had she had someone else all along?
"Okay. Don't forget the condom. I don't think I could deal with mini yous."
My nostrils flared in anger. She planned to have sex with another man and give birth to his children?
'Like you're one to talk,' the voice inside my head mocked.
I pushed the voice out of my head. Lenny was a mistake I regretted badly. I'd been a second away from shooting her because of all the things she said to Giselle.
Seeing Giselle handle the situation with Lenny in the kitchen had been a huge turn-on for me, but after Lenny ran her mouth, Giselle had withdrawn into herself like she was close to tears.
"Who's it gonna be next? Some hooker at a strip club?"
Her question had filled me with shame, hearing the hurt that accompanied that laughter of hers. She thought I fucked Lenny after she spent six hours cooking and baking for me. The woman even waited up for me.
I felt like a testa di cazzo for making her believe I fucked Lenny after everything she did for me, but it was too late to make her believe otherwise. She genuinely thought I fucked Lenny last night, when in reality, the one I wanted to fuck was her.
"I love you, too. Don't forget tomorrow."
I saw red. She loved him? I balled my fists in anger before turning on my heels and quietly walking away before I gave away my presence.
She loved another man, and she was mad I'd been with another woman? That sounded a lot like hypocrisy to me. And she was going to see him tomorrow?
Not on my watch. I'd be damned if I let some limp dick idiot put his hands on my wife.
'Your wife?' That taunting voice asked in my head again. 'Since when did she become yours? It's always been Gianna, right?'
For the first time in my life, I pushed the thought of Gianna out of my head so easily. That should have been my first warning that I'd already lost to Giselle.
