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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"You can call your boss, and tell him I want to leave the house," I said to the adamant guard, who didn't even spare me a glance. "Hello? I'm talking to you. You do realize I'm your boss's wife, right? I could have you fired," I threatened.
He said nothing. He didn't even blink at my threat.
I glared at the man. "You know, I was joking when I said I'd have you fired, but I mean it this time around. You're fired. You hear me?"
I huffed, slamming the front door shut. All of this was happening because Nicholas was MIA again. This was the fifth day that I had not laid eyes on him, but that was beside the point.
It had been a long time since I picked up a paintbrush, and my palms itched to get back to work, bringing my inspirations and thoughts to life.
Painting was the only time I was at peace with myself, and it provided me with the escape I needed. Memories of Gianna taunted me every day, and I felt like I was going to burst if I didn't let them out.
Even if I wanted to call Nicholas so he could talk to his men, I didn't have his number or any of his family's numbers.
Sara!
I reached for my phone in my pocket, dialing her number. "Hey, Sara!" I said when she picked.
"Elle, is anything wrong?" She sounded worried.
"No, not at all. This is going to sound weird, but I wanted to know if you have Nicholas's phone number." It was embarrassing to ask her for his number when we were married to each other, but then again, I had to remind myself this wasn't a normal relationship. We didn't get married to each other after a few dates. This was all arranged.
"Oh." Sara sounded surprised. "I do have his number."
"Great. Can you send it to me?"
"Sure."
"Thank you." I hung up, and less than a minute later, I had Nicholas's phone number and a lot to get off my chest.
***
I slid my shades down my eyes, cocking a brow at Nicholas, who stood over me, a stern glare on his face.
"Look who's done throwing a tantrum like a little bitch, and is back at his house," I said with a smile that didn't match the venom in my tone.
"How did you get my number?"
That was his first question after ghosting me for days.
I scoffed. "If you think I'm going to nag you like a wife for coming late, then forget it. I don't care. I deleted your number already, in case you were wondering."
"I wasn't."
"Well, there you have it. It's gone. You should never leave an unwelcomed woman alone in your house. She snoops when she has nothing to do, and she found a gun that she's going to use to shoot your guards if they stop her from going out next time."
