Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book 2

Chapter Twelve

Bianca 

The direction of my life dives down a major wrong turn this evening as I'm forced to practise being married to the man who's driving me up the wall. 

Emma, Luca, Niko and I are in the car with Mass, the fucking brute, driving us to Dimtri's home to fake our way through our wedding rehearsal. 

Honestly, I have no clue why I'm attending this godforsaken fakery because I've barely put effort into this wedding. Truly, if it weren't for Anna, there wouldn't be a wedding to attend. 

I have yet to try on the dress Anna measured me for. Ignoring the event for the last few weeks made it feel like this was a terrible dream that consciousness would break me away from. But here I am, sitting in the car, heading to attend the rehearsal of my nightmares.

I had hoped to win Niko over by now, enlisting his help to escape Dimitri's demands, but all he seemed to do was work himself into my panties.

"I'm not sure I'll last," Emma announces out of nowhere. Her voice wavers, her worry very evident. It must be because of the pregnancy. All I've seen her do is puke her guts up over the last few days. She must know that keeping it a secret will be more complicated than admitting the truth to Dimitri. Besides, isn't that expected of her? Bringing an heir into the equation has always been the most desired path for a don's lady.

"You'll be fine; we'll cover for you if you need a break. Though you did have surgery," Niko tries to calm her, which makes me angry. Why must he be so close to her when our relationship seemingly fragments before my eyes?

I used to be so close to Emma. We used to get along as we should, but now we seem to be on different paths. Our lives have moved drastically apart, and yet she's exactly who I want to be. 

Everyone hates me, probably rightly so, but they don't understand that Emma is just as bad as me. She has everyone fooled; she plays the good girl so darn easily, and yet she's killed more men than anyone in this car.

"You'll be fine," Luca whispers quietly, yet we all still hear him.

"I wish I could be as confident as you," she answered shyly. I can't help but stare at the pair of them, their goo-goo eyes and electrically charged aura hinting at their need for one another. It makes me sick and makes me think of the future I should have had.

What would my life have been like if Emma wasn't here?

Would Luca have looked at me like that?

Would I have had someone to love me the way I crave?

Luca leans in to kiss Emma, and that is when I break my silent act by clearing my damn throat.

"No offence, but I could do without the sexual show," I state. Luca is sandwiched between Emma and me, and she looks around him at me as I sigh like a kid who hates seeing their parents touch.

Niko starts to laugh, giving me a feeling of despair, and my eyes catch Mass's, who is smiling in the mirror back at us.

"No show, I don't like sharing," Luca lies. Gosh, that must be a lie. The rumours that circulate about his sexual endeavours are something to be embarrassed about! I wonder, does Emma like to be shared, or will he leave her at home when he does that shit?

"That's a first," Niko remarks humorously from the front passenger seat, confirming such rumours.

Things take a dramatic turn in quiet after our little conversation. Emma holds her hand over her mouth as we pull up to the Moretta gates, and it just so happens the devil himself is standing waiting for us on the front steps of his home with his wife.