Her Mafia Husband's Mistress

Chapter Six

A mug flew in my direction, it collided with the wall by my side and it shattered, its shards barely missed my cheek.

Lovetta's oval-caked face contorted in fury at the reminder of what happened yesterday afternoon; the humiliation that came with it. At that moment she forgot about what she learned in etiquette class.

One of her fixed polished nails pointed in Adalina's direction.

"Impudent", She bellowed and Adalina fought to keep the smile off her lips. If she hadn't done anything, Adalina would have forgotten that she had sent her a gift.

" You really did like it", Adalina muttered her voice laced with amusement.

"Imagine this disastrous excuse for an Italian bride. I've told Lucio and Marcello so many times that a bride of our origin is best, but no they chose a Russian" " she tutted in disdain. Her English is heavily laden with an Italian accent.

"Oh",

Her head snapped in my direction at my audacity " You incorrigible Russian brat_" She marched in my direction, her fists clenched by her sides as if she would swing them at me. My eyes hardened and from my peripherals, I noticed the maids scrambled away after sweeping off the shards.

The look in my eyes must have terrified her as she stopped six feet away from me.

"I employed that man, you killed him and threw his corpse at my face_

" So", I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Is that how you repay me for managing that club on your behalf", She whispered dangerously, the veins of her neck protruding, but she did not scare me, she never had.

" My behalf", My tune rhetoric, and a sardonic laugh escaped my lips.

"You amuse me Lovetta",

Her eyes widened in surprise

" I decide who to keep and who to dispose of, I do not like to repeat myself, if I find any of your man in my club they will be killed on the spot and their death shall be on you" I turned away from her having been done with the conversation.

"He was my cousin", Lovetta spoke through gritted teeth.

" Good", I muttered amidst stride.

"Madam", Camilla approached me.

I turned my head in her direction and she handed me an envelope. " The annual ball",

Yeah, the annual ball, I have forgotten about it. I opened the envelope to check who would be hosting it. Lo and behold, it's the Italian.

"We are hosting it, Ma'am", Camilla gave me a knowing look.

" I can see that. When is it again", I begin climbing the stairs.

" This month ending, 28th", barely three weeks away.

"Have the team in charge see me after dinner",

" Yes, ma'am",

I heaved a sigh knowing I'd be seeing my father in three weeks. It would definitely not be a peaceful one, I have not heard from him since that night. The moment I turned the corner leading to the hallway I stumbled upon a scene I wish I could unseen.

The man I hadn't seen in three days was on one of his knees, his ear pressed onto Caralina's protruding stomach while his hands held her waist in place. Caralina placed her hand on his head, brushing his black locks back as a joyful laugh widened her lips. I froze in place as the memory of my pregnant self flashed through my mind.

I tried to convince myself that it was normal, that it was his child and even if it was not normal it was none of my concern. But, this was my husband; the man who was supposed to protect me yet is unable to protect me from himself.

The same arms that were meant to provide me comfort were wrapped around another woman's waist.

The very emotion I tried so hard to contain choked my throat. I swallowed loudly and walked past them.

As I pressed my thumb against the censor, Marcello stood on his feet noticing my presence.

"Don't do this s**t in front of my suite", the door pinged, notifying me it was unlocked.

" Adalina", Marcello called out to me, for whatever reason I didn't care to know. His deep baritone voice evoked emotions in me; pain and nostalgia. I closed my eyes to push them away.

"I will have the help prepare you another suite", my voice was soft, but the weight they carried said otherwise. This was me telling him I did not want to share my space with him.

" Alina", Marcello's voice was firm and protesting. He had no right whatsoever to call me intimately.

Marcello knew she was trying to put a distance between them. Somewhere within him, he knew the situation they were in was his fault and he was not going to allow himself to be an acquaintance to his wife. He had failed her and failed their marriage. His heart palpitated at the weight of guilt that consumed him.

Here he was playing house with his pregnant mistress while his wife was around nursing her wound.

He looked into her eyes and what he saw felt like a punch to his throat. Her eyes were blank, they reminded him of the time they first met, but this was different; not only was it blank, but they looked lifeless like he was staring into the eyes of a plastic doll.

His jaw clenched in frustration.

"I won't allow it", he muttered gruffly.

I continued as if he had not said a thing " I figured you would want to spend time with your child and his mother", I raised my chin and straightened my back.

"You are his mother", He responded defiantly. I think that is what he wants to believe; that I would mother his bastard child.

My left brow raised in rhetoric and Caralina bellowed in protest " Marcello",

Marcello unbuttoned his jacket and took it off. He pulled the sleeves of his shirt up, revealing his veiny arms "I did not allow you to speak", His Italian-accented voice bespoke promise of punishment should she disobey him.

Caralina's eyes glistened in tears as she swallowed loudly. What was she thinking exactly, that she would magically become his wife because she was carrying his child?

Being pregnant and deluded was not a good combination. An illegitimate child in the illegal world was akin to a stain on a clean slate.

" Let us make this very clear_ he paused so she could gather herself.

"You carrying my child does not make you eligible to be my wife. I have a wife already", his hopeful eyes looked into my own stagnant ones.

" You shall accord my wife the same respect you accord me, do I make myself clear, Caralina?

" Yes, Don", her voice shook as she responded. I turned away from them, placed my hand on the knob, and pushed the door open.

All those talks were nothing but empty words to me, they held no significance.

"Leave", I heard his deep voice impatiently command her in Italian. Before the door could shut after me, he grabbed it and walked in.

Marcello threw his jacket on one of the one-sitter couches and followed after me as I approached my room.

" Adalina", He called out, his voice soft and he sounded exhausted, but so was I. The emotions raging in me were enough to drain all my energy.

I refused to respond, I pulled my hair out of its ponytail and ran my hand through it.

"Alina", he caught my arm before I could walk further away.

It had been so long since he touched me, his touch sent an electric current through me. I didn't know how much I missed it until he touched me, but at the same time, I felt disgusted that my body felt that way. I glanced down at his hand holding my arm before looking up at him.

His hold loosened and his hand dropped from my arm. Something flashed in his blue eyes before he looked away.

" Adalina, we need to talk", He walked toward one of the one-sitters and took his seat. His arms were on the armrest as they intertwined.

"Oh", I turned towards him, my hands propped on my waist and my legs apart.

The bastard wanted to talk, but I didn't. He had been hiding away this past few days and now he wanted to talk.

" We need to talk about how this arrangement is going to work. The annual ball, after all, is barely a month away",

The self-centered bastard did not want the guests to know we were not in sync.

"Is there any arrangement I don't know of", His eyes commanded me to come closer, but I refused to give in.

" Talking of arrangement, I'll be seeing the team in charge of the ball to go through what they have planned.

"I was not referring to that", He cut me short.

" It's been a rough week, so it's a little bit slow, I'll try to finalize it this night", I continued

"Adalina", He called out

" If there is any other arrangement, I should believe I don't want to be a part of it",

"After all, what arrangement could there be between the legal wife and the bastard child of her husband", I questioned my voice hardening at his audacity. His jaw ticked.

" As the matriarch of my empire_ he began whatever eulogy he'll be using as a reason for an ultimatum.

"_ you should count yourself lucky that you have not met her cold body on a bloody floor", I added.

" You must think your scrawny excuses for warriors can contain me? Don't fool yourself, Don",

I could not pretend that I did not know he had his men watching me. He did not deserve that courtesy, especially after thinking there would be some sort of arrangement.

With that, I walked away unwilling to be in his presence any longer.