Chapter 7: Day 1 of marriage

We both stare, for what feels like eternity until Enzo breaks the silence. “Nobody would believe I touched you if you left the room looking so...” he trails off. “Pure, and unmarked atleast not my cousin.”

Oh. “Okay.” I nod, mentally kicking myself for getting wet over a strategy. Still, it reminds me to stay clear of his touch, I can't afford to lose myself again over something that stupid.

“You take the bed, I'll sleep over there.”

Good, fine by me. I was definitely not looking forward to sleeping next to him or with him so this is perfect. I have trouble sleeping at night but as soon as I get into the bed, I close my eyes and play dead—I mean sleep.

Enzo works on his phone the entire time, and I keep stealing glances at him. I've never seen seem his shirtless, but my sister would fawn over how great he looked in a swimsuit when she was still obsessed with him. I've only ever seen Enzo in suits, it's all he wears and now he's shirtless in the same room as me? Ugh, how will I survive this mission when his body distracts me that easily?

I was not trained to be Sofia, she obsessed over everything about Enzo, she knows his likes and dislikes, and she would have easily reeled him in for father to manipulate by carrying out their master plan; giving him an heir. That is out of the question for me, this world is too tainted to bring children in. I'm not procreating, much less just to create another pawn for my father.

I need to find grounds for divorce before I'm expected to pop out another pawn just like me.

Enzo rises and I quickly shut my eyes all the way, I feel him walk around the room before stopping someone near me. A blanket covers me and I hear him sigh before footsteps resume.

That's funny, Enzo Valenti has no idea who he married, he sees me as another Sofia, a calm quiet mafia princess that needs protecting but I'm far from that.

I couldn't even bother with smiling over a new dress or pair of shoes but you should see the glint in my eyes when I'm gifted a new set of knives or the perfect gun.

That's the type of woman I am, trained to swiftly wipe a man's existence off the earth and clean up after myself. I don't remember doing anything normal, not even as a child. My siblings went to parks while I trained with my father's senior guard, and obsessively studied extermination methods.

Nobody could guess that behind these green doe eyes, and soft face is the woman men fear, when I pay them a visit, they weep, they beg and I find it satisfying. I know I'm sick, but it's how I was built.

I'm a murderer. But how long til the genius mafia heir I just married finds out I'm out to get him?

Two days, two weeks, two months? Hell, I'm a dead girl either way. Here lies Alessandra Valenti, daughter, sister and traitor wife.

Cause of death? Incompetence.

Yes, incompetence because I let a mission get my pussy so wet that it has a heartbeat from simply watching him sit shirtless.

Enzo

My wife is asleep, she spent the entire night turning in her bed and watching me when I wasn't looking. I've been around Alessandra too long not to feel her gaze on me the moment I'm within reach, it's like an alarm goes off in my head letting me know Alessandra Ro—Valenti is here. She thinks I never noticed her, it's hard not to notice her when her eyes call to me, there's an emptiness that begs to be filled, and behind her beautiful eyes is no emotion. Her face will feign pleasantries but Alessandra feels nothing and I want to make her feel it all. There's a reason why Dante Romano has kept her hidden from the eyes of many, and I'm dying to find out why that manipulative bastard protects her existence. Is she the way to him?

She stirs, for the third time in the last thirty minutes but this time her eyes flutter open. She's been out like a light since five am and while I was awake, I've made sure nobody makes so much as a sound to wake her. I can hardly believe this is day one of being married to the hidden mafia treasure and probably the most valuable one in the Romano household.

Her eyes widen when she meets my gaze and I fight the urge to smile again. “Good afternoon, my lovely wife.”

“Afternoon?” she frowns, “What time is it?”

“38 minutes to 12.”

“I slept through breakfast.” she frowns.

“And the sheet presentation.” I remind her, unsure of how she could forget that bit when she looked ready to suffocate me with the sheets if I followed through with bedding her. I liked the fear in her eyes when she saw me undressing but I'm still wounded as believed I would force myself on her. I've never had trouble taking women to bed, they drop their panties the moment I spare them more than two seconds a glance, but I also have no problem waiting until my Alessandra Lets herself be truly owned by me in every way known to man.

Her cheeks flash and she clutches the other sheet to her chest. “Right.” her eyes wander around the room. My wife appears to often get a little shy but I'll make her come out of her shell as well as on me.

“Breakfast or lunch?” I ask, noting she didn't get to eat much about the wedding. She was picking at her food, and now that I think of it, she's the same way even in Romano's home. She'd quietly pickat her food, and share hushed whispers with her cousin/adopted sister, Luna.

“Neither,” she declines my offer. “I will just take a bath.”

“Towels are in the right cabinet, if you need anything let me know.”

She nods, sliding off the bed. She tries to tug at her nightie which covers more than I'd like and than she'd like to show me. My cock jots at the sight of my beautiful wife and it's clear I'm going to need immense restraint in this union, Alessandra could do nothing but smile and I'll damn near nut in my pants.

I sit down and wait for her to be done with her bath, and she's done quickly. I'm the only boy in my family so I'm accustomed to the women Taking forever to shower because the water needs to be the right temperature or how long it takes to wash nails and have mini concerts, yet my wife comes out fast, clutching the bathing towel tightly.

“The car is outside, we can leave when you're ready.” I tell her, rising from my seat.

“Where are we going?”

“Home,” I tell her, watching her closely. “Did you think I lived with my parents?” I stare expectantly at her, slightly offended that she thinks that I as the next Capo dei Capi would reside with my parents.

“Of course not, but I thought you wanted to stay longer.” she lets out, chewing on her bottom lip. She doesn't want to be alone with me, for some reason, she's scared of me.

“I just got married, why would I spend more time here?”