Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
While we’re on the subject of clothes…
“I assume I have to move my belongings to your house?”
He shakes his head. “My men already brought your clothes over. Everything’s in the main bedroom.”
My eyes widen with surprise as I gasp, “What? When?”
“During the ceremony.” He lets out a tired sign. “The moment you left home, they went in to gather your things.”
Holy crap, this man does not waste time.
I nod, and when silence falls between us again, I glance around the room and whisper, “You have a beautiful home.”
“It’s your mansion as well.” Angelo stands up, and picking up his jacket, he pulls his cell phone out of the breast pocket. “Make yourself at home while I’m out.”
“Out?” I sit up straighter. “On our wedding night?”
He glances at me as he unlocks the device’s screen. “I think you can do with some alone time, and I won’t be out for long.”
Without another word to me, Angelo walks toward the front door while dialing a number.
My eyes lock on the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants behind his back, and I swallow hard on the lump of fear in my throat.
“We’re heading out,” I hear him say before the front door shuts behind him.
I sit frozen for a while before I glance around the living room.
I’m married to Angelo Rizzo.
The thought hits like a ten-pound hammer.
It’s the last thing I expected to happen to me.
Even though I appreciate the conversation we had, the situation feels insane. One minute, I’m single and suffering under Giorgio’s boot, and the next, I’m married to a terrifying man.
Hearing the front door open, my eyes snap to the foyer, and I see Tiny come in.
He gives me a lop-sided grin. “Hey, Mrs. Rizzo. I’ll be your guard.”
Mrs. Rizzo.
Rising to my feet, I let out a disgruntled huff. “You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to run away.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant. I’m here to protect you.”
“Oh.” I tuck a curl behind my ear, but it refuses to stay put. “Okay.”
He waves a hand in the direction of the stairs. “Don’t mind me. Just go about your business and pretend I’m not here.”
That’s impossible. The man is a mountain and hard to miss.
Giving Tiny a smile, I say, “I’m going upstairs.”
“Okay.”
When he walks toward the couches, I head out of the living room. I glance at the marble statues and artwork before taking the stairs to the first floor. Peeking into a couple of rooms, I finally find the main bedroom.
I don’t see my luggage and head into a massive walk-in closet.
My eyes widen with surprise when I find all my clothes on the left side of the closet.
I glance to the right side and stare at Angelo’s suits. Everything is color-coordinated and aesthetically pleasing.
Letting out a sigh, I wrap my arms around myself and look at my clothes again.
Angelo was right. I need some time alone.
Sinking down to the thick carpet, I close my eyes.
I’m married to Angelo Rizzo.
Until the day I die, I’ll be his wife.
We’ll have children.
Will he be a good husband? Will he learn to love me?
Will I learn to love him?
I bring up his image in my mind’s eye and try to think of him as my husband.
Angelo is very attractive, and he seems to be calm and collected. Maybe things can work between us.
Desperate for some kind of hope, I latch onto the thought.
He said he would be loyal to me, which means I won’t have to share him with a group of mistresses. Right?
My eyes pop open, and a frown forms on my forehead.
I better make it clear to him I won’t tolerate infidelity.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly before climbing to my feet.
If you want your husband to stay out of other women's beds, you’ll have to satisfy him.
But how? I don’t know much about sex.
Shaking my head, I shove the thoughts aside before I start panicking. Not sure what the rest of the night will hold, I pull a pale green summer dress from the closet and search for underwear.
I’m going to take a relaxing bath to calm my nerves, then I’ll deal with everything as it happens.
When I walk into the big bathroom that’s decorated in black and white stone, my stomach spins with nervousness.
It feels weird being alone in Angelo’s mansion, but seeing as it will be my home, I push through with my decision to take a bath.
The sooner I get used to my new environment, the easier things will be.
Chapter 12
Angelo
I have one thing to take care of before I start my married life with Vittoria.
Big Ricky stops the car in front of the club, and when I get out, he follows me inside.
The place is buzzing with life, and music beats in the air as I head to the back.