My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 12

"And what did you expect from me exactly?" I ask.

Matteo moves even closer, his body practically pressing against mine. "I expected a strong, feisty woman who would resist my every move," he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my skin. "But instead I found a woman with a sharp tongue and a mind of her own." His fingers brush lightly over my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. "And that, Mia cara, is something I find incredibly attractive."

I couldn't help but laugh.

Matteo raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by my unexpected outburst. "Ah, laughter. What a pleasant surprise." His fingers brush over my lips, tracing their contours. "'Do I amuse you, mia cara?' he asks, his voice a sultry whisper.

Despite my initial annoyance, I find myself leaning into his touch, unable to resist the pull of his presence. "Maybe a little," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. Matteo chuckles, his fingers continuing their path down my neck.

What am I doing? I hate him I tell myself.

Matteo senses my inner struggle and smirks. "Ah, I can see the wheels turning in your head," he says, his fingers still tracing patterns on my neck. "You're wondering why you're not pushing me away right now, aren't you?"

I feel myself blushing a bit
"No no the only reason if I don't push you right now is because you might kill me after."

Matteo laughs again, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Ah, always the fierce and fiery one, aren't you?" he says. "You really think I would resort to violence just because you push me away? I promise you, I have a multitude of other ways to persuade you to my side." His fingers skim down over my collarbone, sending shivers through my whole body.

"Can you stop touching me, you're drunk or what?" I say.

Matteo lets out another low chuckle, his fingers continuing to explore the contours of my body. "Drunk on your energy, perhaps," he replies, his voice a seductive whisper. "But I can assure you, I am perfectly sober." He leans in closer, his lips mere inches from mine. "Can you say the same, mia cara?"

I push him a bit harder.

Matteo stumbles back a few steps but quickly regains his balance, a wry smile forming on his face. "Such strength, such fury!" He laughs again, clearly enjoying our little game of push and pull. "You are a true force to be reckoned with, I will give you that."

"You're crazy, we're not in public not necessary to pretend anymore" I yelled.

Matteo's eyes flash with a hint of irritation at my outburst, and for a moment his mask of charm and charisma slips, revealing a glimpse of his true self. "Watch your tone, mia cara," he says, his voice steely. "I may be amused by your fire and passion, but that doesn't mean I will tolerate disrespect." He takes a step closer to me, his eyes locked onto mine. "I may play the role of the charming husband in public, but you would do well to remember who is truly in charge here."

"You see this is your problem you are bipolar" I said while crossing my arms.

Matteo scoffs at my statement, his eyes narrowing. "Bipolar? That's your diagnosis, is it?" he asks, his voice dripping with mockery. "I'm not bipolar, I simply know how to adapt my behavior to the situation at hand. Something you could stand to learn a thing or two about."

"I hate it, you're behaviour I hate it so bad, You're giving me false hope!"
I yelled before going back in my room.

Matteo rolls his eyes, his patience clearly wearing thin. "False hope?" he echoes, his voice filled with disbelief. "You're really quite delusional, aren't you?" He storms after me, following me into the bedroom. "I give you a hint of kindness and you mistake it for something it's not. You really believe that I have any sort of affection towards you?"

Matteo steps closer to me, his eyes blazing with anger. "Let me make one thing crystal clear," he says, his voice cold and firm. "I don't care about you. You are simply a necessary prop in my life, a tool to serve my purpose. Don't mistake my momentary kindness for anything more than that." He steps back, composing himself once more. "And if you have any further delusions about our relationship, I suggest you banish them right now."

I stand there, my heart racing and tears welling up in my eyes. Matteo's words cut like a knife, his coldness and ruthlessness a stark contrast to the faint flicker of warmth I had felt earlier. I can feel the walls closing in around me, the weight of my situation pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. Matteo seems indifferent to my pain, his focus now solely on maintaining his image of control.

"Okay, I didn't expect you to have any romantic feeling for me anyway" I respond.

Matteo lets out a scoff, his eyes rolling heavenward. "Romantic feelings?" He laughs bitterly, his tone as cold as ice. "I don't do romance, mia cara. I do business, and I do power. Emotions are a weakness, a liability that I have no use for." His gaze turns dark, his eyes glinting coldly. "And you, my dear, are nothing but a pawn in my game."

I can feel the tears falling down my cheeks, my heart breaking into pieces with each word he speaks. This is the truth, I realize, the cold, hard reality of our situation. Matteo doesn't care about me, he never did. His kindness was nothing but a facade, a smokescreen to distract me from the truth.

"You're nothing more than a tool for me to use," he continues, his voice laced with disdain. "A toy to be played with and discarded once you no longer serve a purpose. And make no mistake, my dear, I will discard you without a second thought if you become more trouble than you're worth."

His words cut deeper than any knife, and I feel a sob escape from deep within me. Matteo's eyes flicker with a brief flash of satisfaction, his cold exterior not completely impenetrable. But he quickly composes himself once more, masking his pleasure with a smirk. "Now go and fix yourself up," he snaps, waving his hand dismissively. "We have a public image to maintain, and your crying won't help with that."