"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
Sorry for the delay 😭 I'm so out of the writing zone it's crazy.
Enjoy this chapter! It may or may not be the finale 👀
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A week had passed since that incident with Zari.
After consulting with Rocco - the one who was the most angry about the situation. We decided it was better to send her a message.
Rocco personally went to her apartment, scaring her into staying away from us. He reminded her who she was messing with.
I didn't want to be the one responsible for her death. As much as I hated her and I wanted her to suffer, I didn't want to cross that line. Once it was done, I couldn't say how I'd feel about killing someone I once called a friend.
Costa and I were stronger than ever now that he was finally back in New York and we could spend some time together.
Well, we were hardly ever alone together since my penthouse had been invaded by his family. But at least we were together.
"What do you think?" I asked my husband, showing him the Instagram page on my phone.
"I think you should do it." Aidan answered before Costa could. "It's cute."
"I agree. Then you can get them framed." Gio added, completely missing the look of irritation I sent his way.
"Costa?" I smiled, trying to keep my attention on my husband instead of the idiots around us.
"You really want some guy taking photos of your pregnant wife?" Rocco muttered, snatching my phone from Costa before he could tell me his thoughts.
"He's a photographer, Rocco. It's his job." I snapped, reaching across Costa on the couch to try and get my phone back. Unfortunately, Rocco only had to shuffle away and I wasn't able to.
"This one isn't even wearing any clothes, Costa." He scoffed, showing me one of the pregnant women covered by a single sheet for her pregnancy photos. "You really want your wife to be photographed by some stronzo like this?"
"I never said I wanted that particular kind of shoot and if I did, it's none of your business." I glared at my brother in-law, still trying to get past my husband so I could snatch my phone.
"It is if my baby niece or nephew is being paraded around like a fucking prop."
"Hey! It's my Mini Milk. Not yours." I huffed, still trying, and failing, to get out of my husband's grip.
"Are you two done?" He finally spoke, his arms wrapped securely around my waist on the couch.
"Tell him to give me my phone and to stop getting involved in our personal business." I glared at Costa and then Rocco again.
"My brother's personal business is also my personal business."
"I have a question." I suddenly sat up, putting a pause on my attempts to get out of Costa's arms. "Why aren't you in Sicily like Tristano? He knows to stay out of my way and out of my affairs."
