Vow to Me: A Mafia Arranged Marriage (The Romano Empire Book 1)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Iwatch Izzy’s hips sway as she walks away, the silk material of her dress clinging to her curves that beg me to grab onto them and never let go. The evening has been a fucking nightmare, all I want to do is get home and sink my cock into my wife’s hot, wet, cunt while she cries out and begs for more. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind of the unadulterated lust that I keep getting lost in and I watch Izzy until she’s out of my view.

When I can no longer see her, I turn back to Alec to resume our conversation, except he’s staring at me with wide eyes and a look of utter shock on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask and glance around me to see what his problem is.

“Dude, I’ve been keeping it together until now, but would you care to explain what the ever-loving fuck has happened to you? Are you sick? Are you being blackmailed? Have you just lost your fucking mind? I’m worried man,” he says, utterly bewildered. That makes two of us.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh Jesus,” he says with a burst of laughter. What the fuck is wrong with him?

“You realize you’re in love with your wife, right?”

Oh, that.

“Yes, I’m aware. My father made me realize that this morning,” I grumble, not wanting to have this conversation with the king of non-commitment.

“Oh goodie, just making sure you were aware. I’m loving this. Big, bad, scary, Luca Romano has been turned into a fluffy marshmallow, is this the part when you start waxing poetic, telling me to find myself a woman and settle down, that it’ll be good for me? Have you fucked her yet?”

“Fuck off,” I growl.

“I’ll take that a yes, then. You know…” he continues but I’m not paying attention. Izzy has been gone for at least ten minutes, I’d expect any of the other women in this place to take that long to use the bathroom, but not Izzy.

Izzy isn’t high maintenance, she’s not the type to stand in front of the mirror gossiping or whatever the hell those women do, so where the fuck is my wife?

Something’s wrong.

I walk away from Alec, where he’s still in the middle of rambling about my love life and make my way towards the women’s bathroom to find Izzy.

I swear, if something has happened to her, or if someone’s hurt her, I’m g—

I turn the corner to the hall where the bathrooms are and find Izzy clutching the strap of her dress, and as if that wasn’t a bad enough sight, I see red when I see who the man is that’s stood next to her, attempting to help her with the strap.

“What the fuck is this?” I bark.

“You should keep a closer eye on your little wife, Luca. I found her here, fighting with her dress after having a little altercation with Mr Williams,” that fuck face Mu?oz says before strolling away. I walk over to Izzy, still fuming from finding her in the hallway with our fucking rival. I can’t touch him while he’s here, so right now I’m focusing getting the answers from my fucking wife.

“What the fuck were you doing with him Iz? And what the fuck happened to your dress?” I say while taking the snapped strap and beginning to tie it together for her.

“I came out the bathroom and some asshole thought he could leer at me,” she sighs, “he started rambling about how I’m too pretty for a mobster like you, then tried grabbing me, I stopped him from going any further with a kick to his balls since I don’t have any knives on me,” she says and gives me a pointed I’d have stabbed him even though we’re at a gala for the mayor look.

I finish with the strap and clasp her chin between my thumb and finger, raising her head so she’s peering into my eyes.

“Are you okay baby? Mu?oz said something about Williams, was it him?”

“I’m fine,” she says with a reassuring smile, “and that’s what he said, he came around the corner just after he the man dropped to his knees clutching his dick. As soon as he saw Mu?oz he scurried off, I was trying to tell Mu?oz I was fine as you arrived.”

Huh, for once, it’s not Mu?oz I’m pissed at, and grateful he turned up when he did and then gave me fuckers name before he left. I’ll be having a little date with Mr Williams.

“Are you mad? I know I shouldn’t have kneed him but—” I cut her off by pressing my mouth to hers in a slow and gentle kiss, trying to reassure her.

“I’m fucking pissed, baby. But not at you, never at you. You did good, if it was me instead of that asshole who walked over when he did, he’d be leaving in a body bag,” I growl before pulling her into my chest and pressing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Once we get inside our building, I guide Izzy into the elevator and as soon as the doors close, I pounce. I hold her against the full-length mirror, hand wrapped around her throat and bring my mouth to her ear.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she stutters.

“You don’t get gentle tonight baby. You haven’t been a good girl for me, so you don’t deserve my nice side. No, tonight you’ve been my little slut, and little sluts get fucked, hard. But not until after you’ve been punished,” I growl and the elevator door opens, I pull back and pull her into the apartment.

“I thought you weren’t mad at me?” she asks with a fake-ass pout and a look of innocence.

“I’d never punish you for defending yourself Izzy. But what I will punish you for is making me walk around all night with a cock that’s hard as steel and the knowledge that you’re walking around bare under that dress. So be a good little girl for once in your life and take your fucking dress off.”