Teagan POV.I sit opposite him and I’m trying my best to not lose my cool.“What are your conditions?” he asks and I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this bullshit, but what choice do I have? I have no protection whatsoever.“I agree we marry in name only. I have my own room, for all intents and purposes. If you whore around, please make sure you aren’t fucking seen, and it isn’t done near me. I don’t care what you do or who you do, just be mindful that we need to make sure that asshole believes we are happily married and in love. When we are in the house or wherever we will be living we stay away from each other unless we have to be seen out with each other. No PDA unless it is needed. Other than that, a small, intimate service will be fine. You don’t want to do this as much as I don’t.” I tell him, folding my arms over my chest. Yes, I’m being a bitch, but I need to lay down the law, so to speak. He smirks at me.“What will happen when I need an heir?” He says with a shit-eating grin a
Antonio POV.I watch as the clean-up crew enters the house to get rid of the body and to clean up the scene. I knock on my tiger’s bedroom door and she opens it. I look round the room and see she has tidied it up.I enter the room without her inviting me into her sacred space. I look at her and she looks at me. Her jade green eyes have a faraway look in them. I think it’s hit her now.“Tiger, it will be OK,” I say as I move towards her, but she steps back and turns her back to me as she walks to her closet and rolls out three large suitcases that I assume are filled with her things.“No time like the present to move, right?” she says. Her voice is broken and monotonous. Like she is going through the motions, which I suppose she will be.“This is everything you need?” I ask her when she turns to look at me, her eyes glassy, but she blinks and the mask slips back in place.“Yes, are your guys here?” she asks as she moves around the room and it’s only then that I notice she is still in h
Teagan POV.Not again! I groan as I open my eyes. God, I have drank more in the last two days that I have in my life. I suppose this is what my life will be like now. I sit up and look around the room. Wait, this is not my room. I dive out of bed and stumble towards the door. I open it and step out and see a man dressed in black standing there with his hands folded in front of him.“Morning miss Costello.” I shriek and run back inside and slam the door shut. I back away from the door slowly. My heart pounds out of my chest, the same as my brain inside my skull. I look around for something I can use as a weapon. I run towards the bedside table and grab the lamp, pulling the cord from the wall.The door opens and I brandish the lamp at the intruder as I jump up on the bed. My feet get tangled and I fall, landing on my back as the lamp bounces off the bed and smashes on the floor. What in the Sam hill?“Morning tiger. How did you sleep?” I look at him and he leans against the door, with
Antonio POV.When Tatum hit Bobbi from the back, I lost it completely. I never fight with my men, but that fucker had it coming. No-one touches my woman, no-one! I have requested the doctor come and take a look at her, hopefully she will be ok.“What the hell, Antonio? You going to allow her to stay here? She is goddamn feral. She is going to destroy us. We need to get rid of her! She is hiding something, Antonio, and you are too wrapped up in that pussy to see it!” Gianni spits as he screams at me. I place the tumbler of whiskey down and look up at him.“You better watch what you say to me. I may be your brother, but I am the head of this family. Or do you need re-training?” I say to him calmly as possible. I know when to react and to stay calm. But being this calm is not good, and he knows it. He shrinks back as he slumps down in the chair opposite me.“No, I don’t need re-training. It is my job as your underboss and brother to check for any threats, and she is a threat. We don’t ev
Teagan POV.Waking the next day, I’m dog tired. Antonio didn’t leave my side after what happened yesterday. He was so attentive. Waking me every so often and helping me eat. For someone who is a cold-blooded killer, he was caring. It could be because he felt guilty. But that can’t be right, can it?I look at the side of the bed that Antonio slept on and it’s empty. I reach for the pillow and hug it to me, taking a deep whiff of his woodsy, spicy cologne that lingers. This is not creepy at all. I chuckle as I feel myself relax. This is so messed up.I shouldn’t be feeling this way about him. I am essentially his prisoner and her I am rubbing the pillow on myself like some bitch in heat. But god even I will admit he smells and looks so goddamn good. The man is a snack.Six foot two inches of muscle. Those honey coloured eyes peer into my very soul. The dirty blonde hair begging for my fingers to pull. His tattoos daring me to lick and suck them. Get it together, you hussy! I throw the p
Antonio POV.Walking through the mansion with my tiger. I know she is uneasy and who could blame her after what happened to her yesterday? I notice her stiffen and her hold on my hand tightens.“It’s ok, no-one will touch you with me here.” I try to reassure her. She nods her head and releases a breath.“I’m sorry for the last few days. I don’t usually act that way. It has been a lot to adjust to. I apologise.” I stop walking with her and turn to face her. She is looking at the floor. No, where is the little spitfire? I need her, not the little lamb standing in her place.“You have nothing to apologise for. It is completely understandable that you would lash out and, if I’m being honest, it was kinda hot when you pulled a gun on me.” I tell her and she looks up at me through her lashes and I smile, running the back of my tattooed knuckles down her cheek to her chin and I tilt her head up.“Still, I shouldn’t have acted like that. I’m sorry.” She says just above a whisper, like she is
Teagan POV.Walking away, listening to the two of them argue. I internally kick myself. Of course, he would have a goomar or mistress as they are known in the world of the mafia. I have to thank her, whoever she is, from pulling me back to reality.I don’t head back to my bedroom. I walk towards the garden. It is a nice day; the sun is shining, and it’s warm. I sit under the cabana by the pool and cross my ankles as I look out towards the sprawling manicured garden. I sigh as I think about what I’m doing.For a prison, this place isn’t half bad. It could be worse. I could be in the hands of José Fernando. Or worse, I could be dead. I know it’s only a matter of time before Antonio finds out who I really am. When that time comes, I need to be long gone from here.“Fancy some company?” I look up and see Gianni standing there with his hands in his pockets and I look away, noticing the armed guards walking around. I nod my head and he sits down next to me.“So, you want to talk about it?”
Antonio POV.I am 100% certain that Carmella turning up here a few days ago was all orchestrated by her and Gianni. He hurt her, my tiger. I should have seen this sooner. It makes sense my own brother could be working against me. It is no secret he is still pissed at the title of Don being passed to me. But I didn’t get fucking trigger happy when I was seventeen and killed someone he shouldn’t have. Plus, there is the fact that he has been against my tiger from the beginning, speaks volumes.When I saw my tiger screaming and crying on her knees, looking frightened when he hit her. I lost it and fought with him. He came out worse off. He and his whore were both escorted out of the mansion and he hasn’t been heard from or seen since. No doubt drowning his sorrows in pussy, booze and coke. Typical Gianni.As for Carmella, she has been blowing up my phone, and I have ignored all her calls and messages. I am back to square zero with Bobbi. I would say square one, but right now there is no