My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 4

Matteo clears his throat and turns to me, his eyes burning with intensity. "Darling, I think it's time we go. Don't you agree?" Matteo says, a hint of command in his voice. I nod, grateful for the escape from the uncomfortable situation.

Matteo stands up, throwing down his napkin and standing beside me. "Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure. But unfortunately, we have an early morning tomorrow. We'll continue this another time." The men bid us farewell, with the one who patted my thigh giving me a suggestive wink.

Matteo glares at the man, clearly displeased with his disrespectful behavior. He grabs my hand and pulls me away from the table, leading us out of the restaurant.

As we walk out of the restaurant, Matteo's grip on my hand tightens, his fingers digging into my skin. I can feel his anger and tension radiating from him, his jaw clenched and his gaze fixated straight ahead.

We reach the car and Matteo opens the passenger door for me, his gesture more aggressive than gentlemanly. I climb into the car and wait for Matteo to join me, bracing myself for the conversation to come.

Matteo gets into the driver's seat and starts the car, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. We drive in silence for a few moments before Matteo finally speaks. "You did well back there," he says, his voice low and controlled. "You played the part of the loving wife perfectly."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, his tone taking on a darker edge. "But don't think for a second that I didn't notice that man's hand on your thigh. If anyone else touches you like that again, I'll make sure they regret it." Matteo's words hang heavy in the air, his possessive nature shining through.

I nod, feeling a shiver run down my spine at Matteo's threat. "I understand," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. Matteo's possessive nature was unsettling, but I knew better than to say anything that could set him off.

We drive in silence for the rest of the ride, the tension in the air palpable. Matteo is lost in thought, his gaze fixated on the road ahead. I can feel the weight of his presence beside me, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. Finally, we reach the house and Matteo parks the car.

He turns to me, his eyes locking onto mine. "Go to your room," he says, his tone firm and commanding. "I need to deal with something. We'll talk in the morning." Without waiting for a response, he gets out of the car and walks towards his office in the house.

I walked to my room in silence.

The night dragged on, and I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to sleep. Images of Matteo's possessive behavior and his threat towards the man at the restaurant haunted my thoughts. I layawake, staring at the ceiling, lost in my own thoughts.

At around 3 am, there was a knock at my door. I sat up in bed, heart racing, and called out, "Who is it?" Matteo's voice responded, "It's me. Open the door."

I open the door and I look at him with confusion.

Matteo stands in the doorway, his expression serious and contemplative. "I couldn't sleep," he explains gruffly. "Can I come in?"

I stepped aside to let him enter the room, feeling a mixture of surprise and apprehension. Matteo walked inside and closed the door behind him, his presence filling the space with his intensity.

"Sit down." He says, gesturing towards the bed. I walked over and sat down on the edge, looking up at him with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Matteo sat down beside me, running a hand through his hair as he gathered his thoughts.

He was silent for a moment before speaking, his voice low and serious. "I need to talk to you," he says, his eyes locking onto mine. "What happened back at the restaurant. I can't stop thinking about it."

He pauses, taking a deep breath, before continuing. "That man touched you, and it angered me. I can't stand the thought of anyone else touching what's mine. I'm your husband, and that makes you mine."

"Yeah, but why do you care? you don't even like me anyway" I say while looking at him.

Matteo sighs, looking frustrated. "It's not about whether I like you or not," he says. "It's about respect and ownership. You're my wife now, and that means you're my possession. Anyone who disrespects what's mine needs to face the consequences."

"I just think that it was because he drank too much, I mean. If he wasn't drunk he wouldn't do that." I replied.

Matteo sneers at my response, clearly not amused by my attempt to downplay the situation. "It doesn't matter if he's drunk or not," he snaps, his voice filled with anger. "No one touches you unless I say so. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand" I respond.

Matteo studies me for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he reaches out and traces a finger down my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Good," he says softly. "Because if anyone hurts you or disrespects you, they'll answer to me." Matteo's finger lingers on my cheek for a moment longer before he pulls away, standing up.

"Get some sleep," he instructs, his demeanor turning back to his usual cold and aloof demeanor. "We have a long day tomorrow." Matteo walks out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again.

I lie down on the bed, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. Matteo's words and possessive behavior were unsettling, but there was also a part of me that couldn't help but feel a glimmer of warmth at his protective nature. I knew that there was a softer side to him, buried beneath his hard exterior.

As I lay there, my mind kept drifting back to the strange intimacy that Matteo and I had shared earlier, even if it was just for show. But I quickly pushed those thoughts away, reminding myself that this whole thing was a business deal, and any hint of romantic feelings would only complicate things further.

Despite my inner turmoil, I eventually fell into a restless sleep, my dreams plagued by visions of Matteo's possessive gaze and the confusing mix of emotions that he stirred within me.