MARRIED TO THE CAPO

Chapter 30

Lorenzo

I lay in the darkness, my eyes fixed on the serene face of my woman sleeping in my arms. Her peaceful slumber was a sight to behold, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. I couldn't help but scan every inch of her beautiful face, taking in the delicate features that made my heart skip a beat.

A slight pout had formed on her lips, a testament to the deep sleep she was in. I smiled to myself, remembering how she had drifted off while we were watching a movie together. I had carefully lifted her into my arms and brought her to bed, not wanting to disturb her peaceful reverie.

As I gazed at her, my mind wandered back to the evening we had shared. Dinner had been a lively affair, with Eva's laughter and chatter filling the room. She had been in high spirits, and I had found myself captivated by her carefree joy.

But what had caught my attention, and stirred a pang of jealousy within me, was the way she had interacted with her brother.

The way they teased each other, the way they talked carefree , had left me feeling like an outsider looking in. I had felt a twinge of jealousy because of the desire to be the one she turned to, the one she shared her laughter and smiles with. It was irrational, I knew, but I couldn't help the way I felt.

As I looked at Eva I gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers grazing her skin. She stirred slightly, but didn't wake, her pout deepening as she snuggled deeper into my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as I breathed in the scent of her hair. I was a man consumed, consumed by my desire for her, my need to protect her, and my jealousy of anyone who dared to take her attention away from me.

I couldn't help but think back to the events of the afternoon, my mind replaying the scene that had unfolded in the warehouse basement.

Louis Martin, the man who had dared to hurt mia bella, had been waiting for me.

His Death.

Ivan, Dante, and Dino had all taken their turns with him early today, having their own revenge for the pain he had caused.

As I had instructed, they had stopped short of killing him, leaving that privilege for me alone. I had wanted to be the one to look him in the eye, to see the fear and the pain, to be the one to decide his fate.

And when I had arrived, I had been pleased to see that my men had done a good job of keeping him alive, despite the extensive torture he had endured.

TW💀🔞(Please do not read this if you are not comfortable with Violence..Ill mark where is ends)

The sight of him had been gruesome, his body cut and mutilated, his fingers missing, patches of skin scraped off and blood pooling around him. But despite the severity of his injuries, he had still been conscious, still able to look up at me with a mixture of fear and hatred in his eyes.

As I stood over Louis, i knew that he knows his time was running out. "I've tormented your wife, and my angel's life," he spat, his voice weak but full of malice. "And you could do nothing to stop me. My touch, trauma, it's been imprinted in her mind. She'll never be yours, Lorenzo De Luca. She'll never be able to escape the memories of what I did to her. And if she can't be mine, she'll never be yours either."

I smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "You think you've won, Louis Martin?" I said, my voice dripping with contempt. "You think you've somehow managed to claim her, to mark her as yours? You're wrong. She's mine, and she'll always be mine. And as for you, you're just a pathetic asshole, weak little bastard who thought he could take something that didn't belong to him by such dirty ways."