Sun of My Life

Chapter Thirteen

Adrien

"What do you mean he was related to her?"

"Remember the girl you shot in the kitchen?" He reminded me. "It was her cousin that was stealing."

"No, no. He was Italian. He was Italian. Not Mexican."

"Half-Italian. He knew you'd blame your wife's side because no way a full Mexican would try to steal from you, and no Italian from Don Carlo's side would ever try to steal from Carlo's money."

"Daniel, when we caught him, he said he worked for the Bernardis. That was the last thing he said before I shot him. That was what he said."

Daniel seemed nervous as he looked down. "He didn't work for them."

"And how do you fucking know that?"

"Because I checked the cameras and just to double check...I spoke to Lorenzo."

I threw the cup in my hand on the wall beside him. He didn't even blink as it broke and shattered.

"You spoke to Lorenzo? You spoke to him before consulting with me?"

"Jefe, with all due respect, they are our allies. Don Carlo is on our side, and his daughter, your wife.... she wasn't a part of it."

"Will all due respect, if you don't get out of my face, I'll fucking kill you."

"If you believe I have betrayed you, Jefe, go ahead and shoot me, but your wife did nothing wrong. She...she's a good woman. Did good by this family.

Loyal. I've never spoken out of turn, and you will always have my respect and loyalty, but what you did to her was not fair, not right."

"Get out." I gritted out through clenched teeth.

Once the door closed, I swiped everything off my desk with my hands, not caring what broke or crashed. This was the only emotion I knew. Anger, disgusting, tremulous anger, and rage.

An uncontrollable temper that bubbled underneath my skin like ticking bombs and whistled screechingly when it spilled over.

Grabbing the edge of my desk, I toppled it over, screaming and yelling as I threw a fit deemed childish and stupid, but I didn't know how to react. Anything in my way was thrown, broken, and shattered.

My entire office was a fit of broken chairs, frames, and whatever else stupid shit I had in this office. An office designed for a Jefe. I snorted. What a shitty fucking word. A man, a father, a husband. Just more shittier titles that I wasn't worthy of.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I fucked up. I fucked up so badly. I rubbed my face aggressively as if I could wipe away the hurt that splintered across her face with how I spoke to her. I can't believe what I said to her. I can't fucking believe I kicked her out.

My anger and temper knew no bounds, but she's my wife. My wife, and yet I treated her like nothing. Nothing. What emotion was burning me from the inside out as I thought of her?

This emotion had me clutching my heart in pain as I remembered the tears she held back or how her body shook from fear as she tried to reason with me. I didn't give her a chance. I didn't give her a single chance.

She was begging me, and I kicked her out, screamed at her, and she left. She left. This woman inched her way into my life and mind, body, soul, and heart without even meaning.

She had set up a tiny home inside my heart, and it beat with every smile, every laugh, and every touch because she was there. I didn't plan it. Neither of us planned it. But it happened.