Her Mafia Husband's Mistress

Chapter Four

The atmosphere in the study was heavy and the two men were barely exchanging information. It had been this way since his consigliere found out about the product of his affair.

Dante stood by the window with a stick of nicotine saddled between his fingers. His annoyance was palpable, after all, he barely hid it. The only thing keeping him in check was his duty to the family. His willingness to be in his Boss' presence didn't matter, he was born to carry out the responsibilities that his predecessors had bore; every person with their roles, and his was putting him in a tenterhook.

He took a quick drag as he tried to stop his burning irritation, and at the same time struggled to converse with Marcello without gritting his jaw.

Marcello gruffed as he dragged his palm down his face. He needed a shave "You will get us high in here with the amount of nicotine you drag", He knew something was going on, but it seemed it was nothing at the same time.

The constant irritation when he sees his consigliere is beginning to annoy him.

Marcello knew they had to address it, but how would he when he didn't know where the problem lay. Maybe he did, he just didn't want to accept the fact that the relationship that his wife and his consigliere had was still affecting him.

Would he not be a hypocrite by mentioning it. After all, he wasn't a saint either.

Dante puffed out a thick smoke " It would not be the first time",

The sound of Marcello flipping through the folders was making things worse for him, anything he did these days irritated him.

Dante pulled at his nose as he swallowed a puff.

"You will end up with cancer with the way you are going", Marcello grunted as he used the pads of his fingers to rub at his eyelids.

" Would that not be another reason to celebrate", Marcello dropped his pen as Dante turned to look at him, and in his eyes he saw several nights of insomnia. He was tired, but he was pushing himself.

Dante suppressed any oita of pity that was beginning to grow, he brought this upon himself, and the only place he would have sought comfort he had ruined.

"Dante, you look like there is a lot you have to tell me" Marcello's eyes narrowed dangerously and a probing glint flashed in them. He was goading him.

" Nothing, Don", Since he wanted to be treated like a boss; like only his opinion mattered, then so be it.

The both of them had grown together in that very castle. They were raised as brothers, and although best friends, he would never forget that he was Marcello Martini's subordinate.

Marcello leans forwards with his hands clamped on the table " I want you to shadow Caralina",

Dante's brows furrowed slightly in disbelief "You do not trust her", it was an affirmation. He was trying so hard to control the anger threatening to erupt.

When had a consigliere ever guarded a Mistress?

"That is my heir", He pointed out.

His constant nonchalance of her feeling, Adalina didn't deserve. " And you are so sure",

"We would have to wait and see", Marcello shrugged in nonchalance.

" Marcel! He bellowed

" Well, I can't wait that out", He turned to walk away before he did the unthinkable.

"Stay", Marcello commanded, his voice soft but firm.

They had a stare down with each trying to control his rage " She does not deserve this", Dante suddenly said.

Something shifted in Marcello's eyes but it was quick to leave "Then what does she deserve", he spoke through the cracks of his gritted teeth. He wanted to ask if he thought himself what she deserved, but his ego wouldn't let him.

" Definitely not her husband protecting his Mistress",

"What would you have me do? Marcello was tired of the way they all looked at him, they tried to make it unnoticeable, but he saw it. He knew he was wrong, but he was tired of the constant reminder.

" Anything but this, use other guards, whatever", Dante gestured.

"Which of them can keep her away",

" And you think I can...", he looked askant at him before adding " You overestimate me",

"You will buy us time",

" Before she gets to who, your mistress. Don't forget she is but a mistress", He reminded viciously.

"She isn't my Mistress", Marcello grumbled

Dante's thick brows rose in incredulity " She carries your child, Marcello",

"She is carrying my heir", His tone depicted that his words were final.

Dante's eyes flashed with pain for the woman he had come to adore. She had just lost their child and he wasn't bothered about how she had lost it. It's been barely three weeks, they should be mourning together.

Here he was using the conception of another to replace the lost one, but what about her. How big is the emptiness in her heart.

" Have you seen her", Dante looked at him sideways.

Marcello's eyes darted around as he shoveled around the documents on his desk absentmindedly. He hadn't been able to go see her, he had not seen her in about 24 hours.

He could not bring himself to continue staying in their suite without guilt eating him up. He didn't want to see that look of hurt and disappointment in her eyes. He too was disappointed in himself.

What would he say to her, whatever the explanation is will be nothing but a flimsy excuse.

He had failed her, no questioning that.

Probably to her, he is the most despicable person. If him not wanting to address the death of their child makes him one, so be it. Let him be the villain in her story.

He would just pretend as if the pregnancy hadn't happened.

She is the best assassin yet she could not protect their child, how had that happened and she had said something about being pushed. If she wanted to protect his child she would have, she just chose not to at the detriment of her own life. He blamed himself for not being there to prevent it.

His child; the bond between them was gone, and now he didn't know how to face the situation and he was scared for where their relationship was heading.

So, he decided to invest his time in his unborn child and work. This child has to survive, if it does not, he doesn't know what he would do.

They'll face the problem of raising the child after birth.

He waved at his consigliere in dismissal. He was not obligated to answer his questions.

Dante nodded " If anything happens, it would be you pushing her too far", he grabbed his jacket and the packet of cigarettes on the window sill.

At the remembrance of him calling another woman's child his heir, he paused his action "You know that child will forever carry the title of being a bastard", he smirked evilly

" He is my child", Marcello's voice lowered dangerously.

"HE is till a bastard", Dante goaded, emphasizing the word 'HE'

Marcello banged his clenched fist on the desk and leaned over it with barely contained fury.

How sure was he that it would be a boy. Watching him foam in his anger brought him immense joy.

The door slammed open interrupting the stalemate in the room and the troublesome duo stormed into Marcello's office without permission.

The eye contact broke as the men diverted their aggression at the intruders.

Reading the atmosphere in the room Lovetta kept quiet while Caralina was oblivious of the impending doom she had just subjected herself to.

She placed her hand on her lower back while the other wiped at the non-existent tears. Dante frowned in irritation, not wanting to stay for another second he rocked on his heels " Marcel, you can not believe what just happened",

She waited for a few seconds, expecting him to ask her about it but he didn't. That didn't stop Caralina from voicing her complaints "Mother and I were having dinner when Adalina stormed in and chased us out",

" Mother?

Lovetta pulled at Caralina's arm in warning, but she continued regardless "She could have asked us to leave the head seats instead of humiliating us. She refuses to do her job nor would she allow the person bearing an heir to do it",

" Enough Caralina", Marcello rubbed his eyelids tiredly.

"But Marcel..."

Lovetta signaled to her "I'm not asking her to respect me, is it too much for her not to humiliate me",

She paused before continuing " I told your father to choose from our own family, must it be a rogue that is consumed by her own pride. You father and son duo never listen to me", her red-painted lips twisted in displeasure.

It was as though space was closing in on him and he needed out. He flipped the desk, unmindful of the documents on it.

Lovetta's mouth paused her lips in displeasure at her son's tantrum and Caralina shrieked in fear.

"I know what you are doing Mother, and I will not stand for it", He pulled harshly at the tie that was constricting his airflow.

" Adalina Solokov Martini my wife is the matriarch of this family, and whatever she says goes. The earlier you accept that the better", He unbuttoned his sleeves and pulled them up. He gestured at the two of them.

"And you shall all accord her respects accordingly. Any disrespect towards my wife is disrespecting me and punishments shall be issued as such",

He turned to face Caralina " I do not wish to hear any words of complaints about her, and since my wife cannot call her mother, you are not allowed to. No, you are never allowed to",

"If she does not want that seat, nobody is allowed to. Understood", His eyes dared Caralina to say otherwise. Caralina nodded rapidly, her hands grasping her belly.

" Leave us",

"I sure hope the child isn't a boy, for the sake of us all", Not wanting to anger himself further, Dante walked out of his office.