A MAFIA ROMANCE
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"Mrs.O'Rihley take your clothes off"
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The wedding ring forced onto her slim finger and a new life thrown into her arms. Kiara was just in the wrong place;at the wrong time.
Lucien O'Rhileys lust for...
I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions have an echo in so much space
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Two days he didn't speak to me, I don't even think he came back to the house. I wasn't sure whether or not I was glad that he was gone, but what I did know is that I was furious over the fact that he was avoiding me, avoiding coming back here so he didn't have to deal with me.
I knew it had nothing to do with his work because John has been in and out the last few days, and if it was anything serious, John surely would be involved.
The fact that he has narrowed me down to the wife who wonders where her husband is sleeping makes me want to do bad things.
Although I admire his dedication to his cruelty, it made me want to strangle him.
I'm left here alone, well not alone. bodyguards everywhere, many people watching me but none of them speaking. Being watched was a funny feeling, it made me in some instances feel powerful and other uneasy.
"Miss do you need anything?" a woman asks me as I float on my back in the pool, and I tilt my head to look at her.
I smile and shake my head and She nods before walking away, leaving me alone again.
Turning my gaze back to the pool, a numbness settles over me along with the guilt.
Guilt was all I could feel over these last few days along with the anger. I hated what was happening to me, but truthfully, besides having to deal with Lucien my time here hasn't been that awful. Sure I'm married to a mafia boss and am at threat of being murdered for it, but I'm sitting poolside all day and sitting on strawberry daiquiris.
Guilt, because while I was sitting here, feeling sorry for myself that my husband who I didn't even want to marry isn't coming home to me, the other woman from the auction were off getting god knows what done to them.
Covering my face with my hands, I shudder as I quickly wipe the silver tear striking down my cheek.
"Why are you crying?" his voice, low and rough came from beside me, and turning my head to the side I see him sitting , watching me.
"Leave me alone Lucien" I whisper, stepping out of the pool and grabbing my towel. His predator eyes, looking at me. Watching me, always fucking watching.
"remember who you're speaking to" he growls and if I was a logical person I would do something smart but now I felt angry...annoyed. So I will do the opposite.
"I don't care who you are, and I don't respect you. Frankly I never will, no matter how much you try to threaten me" I snap, pushing past him bumping his shoulder.
Lucien grabbing my wrist and pulling me back to him. His hold tight as he harshly grips my wrist, my body touching his closely. "Respect or not you are my wife.," he growls and I just look away.
