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MISADVENTURED PITEOUS OVERTHROWS
Benedikt
The minute Ivory stated she wasn’t feeling well following our dinner, I knew better than to drive away after dropping her off. What a coincidence a headache magically sprouted while meeting my mother. And though I will admit Mama wasn’t exactly the most amiable, grilling her on every possible subject, I still don’t buy it.
She’s still seeing Guerra. I know it with every thread of my being. Two of my men who—miraculously—moved into separate units within days of Ivory signing her lease have told me she’s rarely home. Mostly mornings, sometime early afternoons. The evenings, however… it’s dead silent. Her car isn’t in the lot, either. One of them mentioned he thought he’d seen Rio at one point or another, but the asshole is a fucking drunk and co uldn’t confirm one hundred percent. This is what I get for delegating shit rather than handling it myself.
Doesn’t matter because I’m confirming my suspicions now.
It’s been a mere thirty minutes since Ivory slipped out of my passenger seat, and here comes Guerra, parking his little Ducati on the curb. He’s none the wiser to my presence a short ways down the street, trotting up the steps of her building and letting himself into the main door because he has a goddamn key.
Ire scorches the thin lining of my veins, my knuckles a ghostly white around the steering wheel. Most of it isn’t even directed at him, but rather at myself. I should’ve killed him when I had the chance, should’ve dragged the blade clean across his throat instead of stabbing him for the sake of my own personal satisfaction. The need to torment him backfired on me. We were interrupted—and now he’s here.
Good as new.
Walking free.
On his merry fucking way to shove his cock deep inside my wife.
Because that’s what she is, whether she likes it or not. In days time, she’ll bear the Koshka name, and I’ll be damned if he thinks he’s is going to remain a fixture in her life after the fact.
She’s mine.
And if he—no, they— want to test my limits on that?
May God be with them.