My wife

LUCA'S POV

I don't know why I did it. Why had I spent my time cooking for her? I barely even knew the woman.

As I lay in bed that morning after she had eaten and gone back to her room, I placed a hand under my head as support while I thought.

I knew next to nothing about her. It was like I married a stranger and didn't bother to find out stuff about her

A kleptomaniac? I was worried but not worried because she would steal something valuable but because she might do it when I wasn't there and put her life at risk.

Sighing I stood up and wore a shirt over my bare chest, the tattoos swallowed up by the large tee that I now wore.

There was a slight drizzle outside and I walked to the glass window from where my room was on the second floor and sighed.

I never truly appreciated the rain. I never even bothered to look at it twice but tonight, I was standing here and appreciating the thunderstorm brewing in the distance.

A small clatter from downstairs followed by a sigh reached my ears and I smiled inwardly. She was still downstairs.

I forced my attention from there and focused on what I was doing which was namely just standing there and trying to make out what was happening in my life.

My cousin had succeeded in pissing me off that afternoon. The memories of our conversation waltzed back into my head like an unwanted guest.

“You think you have it all by getting the position?” He had said, the cigarette firmly between his lips

“You want to still fight for it?” I retorted calmly.

He flew into a rage and tossed the cigarette, pointing a slender finger at me. “ You think this is funny? Huh? I don't know what shit this is that you're playing but It will come to an end soon because I won't let it. I worked just as hard, you don't get an easy pass because he was your father. My father was the consigliere and I'm not!” He yelled.

“Because you're not capable!” I said sternly.

“And you are capable of being the don?!” He said in return

I should kill him. I should bring out my gun and shoot him plainly but Mum would be disappointed in me. This was a family meeting and I knew he was just angry

“Look, two things I'm going to make clear… firstly, this is business. It's a game of power and you're found wanting, you're not fit to man any post in this world, not consigliere, not don, nothing” I whispered dangerously as his breathing quickened.

I leaned in closer and stared into his grey eyes that seemed dead just like everyone else in the family. This was how we were trained, born not to feel.

“And secondly and most importantly, don't ever fuck with me because I won't give two fucks before killing you and you know it”* I threatened.

His jaw tightened but he said nothing and just folded his fists

“I think your wife is waiting for you” he bitterly said.

I took a step back, anger boiling in my veins but I didn't let it show. “Indeed she is. Let's hope we don't meet on these terms again because one of us won't make it out of the scuffle alive and trust me, it's not going to be me” I reminded him.

When I got to the car, I realized that the ring I kept in my pocket had slipped off and I spied it on the finger that she had quickly tucked into her pocket.

I wanted to confront her but she seemed nervous enough so I let it be I sat close to her and adjusted slightly to touch her a couple of times then gently slipped the large ring that couldn't stay fit on her finger away and tucked it back in my pockets.

She didn't react. It was like she hadn't even realized that she had lost something that she had stolen and that was when I grew suspicious. She was weird, no doubt about it.

I should wear the ring so that I wouldn't lose it again but I never did. I have never worn the ring. It was a keepsake of someone and I always carried it about either me.

The sound of the door closing jolted me back to reality and I frowned seeing how I had spaced out.

Shaking my head, I left the window and went back to my bed where I sat my the edge of the bed, the soft mattress dipping under my weight.

Laying back, I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts.

After finding what I was looking for, I dialed the number and after the fourth ring, someone picked up

“Yes, Don Luca?” The husky male voice sounded at the other end

“Yes, Guevara, I wanted to tell you to arrange a meeting between us for tomorrow”, I said.

“An exchange? I already have one with the Lambordis but since it's you, I'll reschedule theirs” he quickly said

I sighed. “Don't. Fix it as soon as possible though. I'm bringing someone along and don't forget what is the most important part of our meetups”, my tone was detached and cold.

He paused and the line was silent for a while. “ Of course. Confidentiality is everything” he confirmed.

“Good. Inform me of the time and day”, I said.

Before he could say a word, I hung up and dropped my phone on the bedside table while sitting up again, sleep far away from me tonight.

She was certainly bold and all but in my world, she wasn't going to survive if she was ignorant so from tomorrow, I had started to make plans on what to do with her, and I had settled on the most appropriate option.

From tomorrow, I would get to know her personally and also she would begin her training as the Don's wife. My wife.