✓ WICKED VOWS| JAKE (Book II )

12-My Damn Misery

JAKE

This marriage, it's a damned mess. She's a damn mess. She is going to be a problem. My duty, my bloody responsibility. She wants to play the rebellious wife, so she goes and buys an estate worth millions. What she doesn't realize is that all the transactions for that money lead back to me. Because that estate is mine, built under my orders and with my funds. It had everything a family could desire, even a bloody fountain.

She just brought my own estate, well it's hers now. 

This blasted duty of mine will have me cursing the day I became a Salvatore, cursing why my grandfather ever wanted to ally with the Bratva. My blood boils when I find her in my own office. I despise people invading my space. It's not just that she used my space, it's that she looked damn good in it. She sat in my chair as if she bloody well owned it, and she looked good doing it.

She wore those black nighties of hers like they were made for her. I can't fathom her fascination with black, but it suits her—black suits her, not the other way around. Even the shorts I found her wearing yesterday were an abnormality, flaunting her tall body. Her body was the epitome of health and athleticism. She had toned abs, not overly defined but distinctly there. Her breasts were just the right size, and her derriere was a work of art, perfectly sculpted. She possessed the body of a goddess but the heart of a stone. She relished in ashes and the taste of smoke and blood. If anyone dared to touch her, she would make the world around her burn, and she would stand there, watching every ash fall to her feet.

I know one thing, she despised my being. Her green forest eyes threw daggers toward some whenever she looked at me before they switched to cold and emotionless. Her eyes are like a green flower, very rare- almost not being. But she isn't soft, and when her petals fall, they can hit you like bullets- fast and straight to your heart.

I had her watch. She liked to be alone, she liked to be herself, running, working, and riding her bike. Twisted, ignoring my family whenever she had the chance, ignoring the royalty she is living with every breath she takes- like I do. She would catch everyone's attention and hold it until it hurt. Until it kills them. But she doesn't want any attention, that's the funny part.

"You'll be home tonight?" Ethan's voice pierced through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. He had just returned from a meeting, still clad in his sharp suit.

I arched an eyebrow. "And why the sudden interest in my whereabouts?"

"It's not polite to leave your woman all alone," he replied casually.

"Since when do you care about women?" I retorted.

"I've never really cared, but she might be lonely," he remarked a hint of amusement in his voice.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry, she's probably busy with her work. I wouldn't be surprised if she's out buying drugs right now," I said sarcastically, earning a chuckle from him.

"As much as we try to deceive ourselves, she doesn't belong here. A mafia girl hiding behind that facade doesn't exactly give off the best first impression. But she is undeniably attractive," he mused, a knowing look in his eyes. "She may be attractive, but she's off-limits to me," I stated firmly, causing Ethan to chuckle. "You won't even try to pursue her?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"I won't pursue someone who isn't interested in me. Her, or any other woman for that matter," I replied, my tone unwavering.

"No wonder you did not lose your virginity. I have to admire your dedication, big brother," Ethan teased, a smile playing on his lips. "I've held onto my virginity because I'm not foolish enough to throw it away, and  do not lose motherfucker." I retorted before falling silent. I was a virgin, but I had my fucking reasons to be so.