To Save an Angel

twenty-one

M A R C O

AFTER THE CONVERSATION TOOK THAT turn, I suggested we just go to bed. Oh, but she didn't escape. Not at all. She prolonged it a couple hours. That's all.

That morning, I woke up with Angel on top of me.

Planting little kisses down her neck, throat anything I could get to. Squirming, pouting, and moaning, she came too, blinking lavender at me.

"You didn't think I forgot did you?" Was my husky response to her questioning look.

Flipping her over on her back, pecking her lips, I tell her to get up, get ready, that I'll take care of Sera.

Reluctant and suspiciously she does.

Little Sera blinked up at me tiredly.

"Dada," She complained, pouting at my audacity to wake her up.

"Dada knows sweetheart, but you must get up early today." Reaching into her crib, I lift her up, give her kiss, and put her head on my shoulder.

Sticking her thumb in her mouth, she resigns to being lugged around.

"Did you have good dreams little one?"

She babbles back tiredly, so I suppose she did. I asked that question a few days and she was babbling angrily.

Sera has a big personality.

"Is that so? That's nice. Dada's going to sit you in your highchair so he can fix breakfast,"

There goes the waterworks. Seraphina Romano despises her highchair. She cannot stand it. I don't know why. I suppose she thinks we will carry her around her whole life.

"Ah ah, calmati, Principessa, shhh, no crying." Just to spite me, she wails louder.

"Hey, hey, remember Dada turned this into a throne for his little Princess, sì?"

She sniffles, rubbing her runny nose on my shirt. After a few complaints, she settles down some.

Until I put her back in the chair.

Off goes the waterworks, which I know realize is merely theatrics. She knows after a few rounds of this, I'll give in.

No more.

Firmly sitting her in her chair, ignoring her flailing and screaming, I stare at her.

Just stare at her, letting her cry herself red.

"Seraphina," At her full name she puppy dog pouts my way. I shake my head. "Basta. Sit in the chair and be quiet."

Didn't hear a peep out of her all throughout breakfast, even when her mother came down. She sat down on her throne like Daddy told her to, and ate her Cheerios silently.

It's simply exhilarating torturing my pretty wife.

"Marco," She whines, trying to push me away. I chuckle, biting her throat.

"Shh, don't wake the baby,"

Sera finally went down for her afternoon nap, which left me alone with Angel. She sat in my room, trying to play a game.

Unfortunately for her, my kisses are distracting. I nibble at her skin, letting my hands ghost over her breasts, making them heavy and aching for me.

"Did you forget?"

"Forget what?"

"Your punishment."

There's a hitch in her breathing, either from my words, or from my wandering touch, which has made it's way past her belly.

She's just in my t-shirt, so there's nothing stopping me.

"I don't know what you mean," She tried and failed to sound firm.

"Let me help refresh your memory then. Last night, I brought you, my wife, to an event. I had business to conduct, but do you know what I was doing, instead of making money?"

I've eased her phone out her grip, her nervous gaze trained on me.

"No."

"I was watching you. My wife, flirt with someone else. You knew didn't you. That I was watching you?"

Anger hits me full force now, and it's like it just happened.

"How far would you have gone, to get me to do something? Would you have let him taste your lips?"

My fingers dusted over her soft lips, the thought of someone else tasting them angering me further.

"Would you have let him touch you, just harmlessly first, no?"

I caress her arm. "Here."

Letting my hand drift down, "Here?"

"N-No I wouldn't have done that," She shakes her profusely.

"See I don't believe you. And the reason why is because you played with my jealousy to get what you wanted." My low voice just becomes a murmur, eyes trained her lips, rage mounting.

"Women who do that, typically end up taking it a little too far, and realizing it a little too late."

Her plump bottom lip quivers, she quickly pulls it between her teeth to hide it from me.

"So I wouldn't advise it, dea mio. I let you get away with a lot of things, more than I should, but I want you be happy, no?"

She nods. I smile, kissing her bottom lip, retrieving it from her teeth, taking them between mine. Lowly, deadly, I reassure her of the facts, so no one can say, I didn't warn her.

"This is not one of those things," My deadly tone catches her rapt attention, "There is no such thing as a harmless touch. You let another man touch you and I will kill him."

I smile. That does please me so. I may or may not hunt that bartender down.

"Now, if someone is touching you and you don't like it, that's one thing. But otherwise, he will die, and you will pay. Mi prometto little wife, you will pay."

"I-Is that a threat?"

I chuckle tugging her ankle, until she is at the edge of the bed and I am leaning over her.

"That is option should you choose to make the wrong decision."

"And because I know you well enough to know that if I don't show you now, you will forget the next time."

"Show me what?"

I grin slowly.

"The man you married."