The Don and the Wife

(10) little big threats ♡

chapter 10

little big threats ♡

Stepping into the mansion, I can immediately sense that something is wrong, tension grips the air like it's a lifeline. As my gaze moves towards the kitchen, I suck in a deep breathe at the sight of Elio, Cavallaro's consigliere, and his grim expression.

"He is waiting for you both in the conference room."

The smile that has sat on my face since Dante and I left Della Famiglia falls away very suddenly and I try to think of all the possible scenario's which could possibly play out.

The house feels like it is holding it's breathe, silent before the inevitable earthquake which Cavallaro will rock the ground with.

As we step into the room, there is a quiet anger burning in his eyes that is noticeable even as he stares down at papers littered across the large desk.

Spread across the table, taunting me with their shiny coated glare, are at least 20 pictures of me and Dante out in the city today. 20 pictures that make Dante and I look like a happy couple.

Shit.

Dante's brows furrow and he surges forwards to pick up a picture of me stood outside Della Famiglia whilst I waited for him, "I don't understand," he mutters, moving to pick up one of us getting out of the car outside the shops, "no one knew where we were going today."

He eyes the manila folder that rests tauntingly below Cavallaro's palm, "Did these get sent to you, fratello?"

My fingers tighten around my clutch as I notice Cava's hands clench just the slightest at Dante's disregard to how this looks, he is only focused on the source not the content.

"Dante," I murmur, hoping to get him to stop being so thick but I am interrupted as a large hand slams another image down on the table right under my nose. I stare at the wedding band on his ring finger, silently refusing to acknowledge the photo, even after Dante's quietly whispered, shit.

All the blood falls from my face as I take in an image of me stood in the lingerie store, the racy pink thong dangling from my fingers as I toss Dante, who's back is to the camera, a cheeky grin. All in all, it looks like I am teasing the hell out of him.

"Cavallaro—," Dante begins.

"OUT!" He snaps.

I can feel his gaze burning a hole through my cheek but I refuse to look at him as his voice carries through the room, sweeping over his brother and adviser, pushing them out like his command is an actual force of nature. But I am glued to the spot, stuck to the ground, unable to even stir slightly as I wait for his next move.

He straightens from his position leaning against the table and I take a deep breathe in, I did nothing wrong, and meet his stony gaze. No man can ever look as menacing as Cavallaro. There is a darkness which swirls around him, licking every inch of his expensive suit so that the danger which he possesses, drips from him like a poisonous venom.

Instantly, my brain registers the threat that he poses and I lift my hands out in a lame attempt to calm him down, "I can explain this," I whisper, as he takes slow, deliberate steps towards me, "it isn't at all what it looks like."

A sick smirk twists his gorgeous face and I can imagine him looking down at someone with the same expression right before he slits their throat. His head cocks to the side and I gulp at the threat of the movement, the animalism of it, "So you aren't fucking my brother?"

"Dear God no," I shake my head before yelping as my back hits the cool wall behind me — I hadn't even realised I was backing away.

He raises an eyebrow as he continues to move around the table towards me and I continue in my explanation, "I was teasing him."