Her Mafia Husband's Mistress

Chapter Eleven

I did not need saving from the man who held the title of being my husband.

" You know what this child means to me", he whispered, I could hear the vulnerability in his voice, the betrayal.

Maybe, I should have let Pedrov run his errand, maybe this would have been how it ended.

"You let your emotions cloud your judgment", Was he trying to find an excuse for me?

Then, his blue eyes hardened as if he just discovered something, and I knew Marcello was going to say something he would regret, not pay dearly for for the rest of his life.

He looked me straight in my eyes as if foretelling something " You could not protect our child and now you want to take this from me",

Coolness seeped into my gray eyes, I could feel the coldness drilling into my soul, the very essence of my being. I was long gone, but that didn't stop him from continuing.

"You want to deprive me the privilege of being a father", that Italian accent that I never actually told him I liked became so pronounced with his voice thickened with emotions reminded me that I was miles away from home; that I was where nobody gave a damn about me.

His voice though soft carried so much weight that hoped to exterminate my soul. I could never bring myself to enjoy the accent anymore, it would always be a reminder of the pain it caused me.

His words taunted me, told me plenty; that I didn't understand what it meant to be a mother and that was why I could have done that. It would have been better to say it directly.

I didn't wait for him to say another when my palm collided with his cheek, a resounding sound echoed between the walls of Caralina's room.

Like he had been awoken, his eyes widened in realization of the damage he had done.

My hand stung from the slap, and it brought me no satisfaction. It's as if I had lost twice.

" You think you came in just in time", a sardonic laugh escaped my lips while I shook my head gently.

He tried to take my hand in his, but I heaved a deep sigh before taking a step back. His mere presence disgusted me.

"You'll come with me, and leave all this behind like the good father that you are", My tune threatened him to argue with me, I might just end what I started. He looked up at me in confusion.

" Because you know which comes first, your empire or the child that means so much to you", my lips curled in a bitter smile. "And we are going to dance that dance that we had not danced all night in front of your guests. You'll pretend that everything is all right like someone had not tried to murder your child in your home. You'll leave Caralina behind because she does not deserve a place in there and because this child holds no light to your empire", my own Russian accent a ruthless reminder of the woman I was and still am, and just because I had married him did not mean that if I forgot who I was for a second they could nor did it mean I have to be derided.

To make it hard for him, I continued " You are going to stand beside the one who attempted to murder you, child, because this murderer comes first_" I looked behind him at Caralina who had a sad look on her face, her bottom lips trembling, but it elicited no response from me.

I was pitiful, but I needed no one's pity, and she, pathetic.

"_before your mistress and your child. Don't tempt me, Don, her life is in my hands",

I walked towards her vanity to check if my hair was alright, and I palmed it down to smoothen it. "_and that of your child", I looked in the mirror to meet his gaze.

This child's life could be made difficult or easy as it can get for a Sicilian mafia family; I would decide if he would bear the tag of being a bastard for the rest of his life or if he would be accepted.

Caralina's eyes glistened over. They all knew the life of the child depended on my decision.

" Do you know what is funny", I turned towards them "He or she would not even know they had a mother", my voice soft because for a moment I thought her pathetic.

All this fight, hassle for a child she would never raise.

" Did he promise you anything, Caralina",

Marcello clenched his jaw.

"Even if he did, you would be dying after giving birth to that child, that is if you don't die together", Caralina's panicking eyes looked in Marcello's direction, but he was looking at me trying to decipher my actions " I did not promise her anything",

I turned in time to see the heartbroken look on Caralina's face.

"I lost my child, and you would not be raising yours", I wanted her to know that I knew what she did. Her green away darted away from mine to look anywhere but at me.

Antonio Marcello's cousin from father's side and the head of the security guards walked into the room as if unaware of the thick tension in it. He had never been the type to read the room, maybe he just didn't care to.

" It was Pedrov's job", he dropped the bombshell unconcern that it was in my presence, but I was prepared for this too.

Marcello's body became taunt and a dark aura seemed to emanate from him.

"The thing was he could have killed her if he wanted to", Antonio continued his voice tinged with confusion as if to ask why he did not just finish the job.

He nodded at me before turning to leave the room.

" I will kill him", Marcello threatened.

"No, you won't_" I dismissively waved his threat off.

"_ or I will kill every single person in this mansion", my voice was soft yet could not be taken lightly.

" Adalina", he warned

I knew I was asking for too much by wanting him to let this go, but I didn't care.

"You touch my family, I'll kill yours", I glanced in Caralina's way.

" I'm your family, this is your family", His voice was above the normal octave it usually assumed.

A loud voice didn't mean the message was delivered.

He was frustrated and he looked almost defeated.

"Protect your own woman, she's not my job", I turned to walk away from him. This is me refusing to sacrifice more, this is me choosing myself.

" You are my woman", he ascertained and his chest heaved heavily and deeply. I did not deem him fit for any response from me.

"I'll walk you, my Queen", Dante softly called out before coming over to place my hand on his elbow, his golden brown eyes full of admiration.

Oh, Dante.

" I'll walk my own wife, Consigliere. Keep your damn hands off her", He pulled me away into his arms which offered no comfort, not anymore. I felt like I was held by tentacles and claws, and I almost could not hold the shudder of disgust that it elicited from me.

"You stay here to manage the situation. This never happened, and make sure they keep their mouth shut, including Caralina", He then led us away from the room.

He was letting it go. He knew he would not win against me, and that my promises were never empty.

Again, the butler opened the heavy double door and we walked inside like we hadn't just done that earlier that night.

His arm tightened around my waist as he led me to the dancefloor, afraid to let go. It was the finishing part of the night.

The orchestra started and he moved me along the space around, the other guests soon joined us.

Even with the guests around, with us in each other arms, it felt like I was trapped in my thought, that we were far away and unattainable to each other.

He twirled me and then brought me back into his arms, and placed his chin on my shoulder.

This was him telling me he trusted me enough to be weak before me, he wanted me to trust him enough to rest my head on his shoulders when I was tired. That we could be each other support.

But, there was no trust between us, not anymore. I could never trust him with my emotions, my wants and needs, and not with my people.

I have given everything I had to offer, and this one thing that was left was mine alone.

I could only trust myself.

" Adalina", his cheek rests against mine, firm and chiseled. His tone betrayed all the emotions he struggled to manage; regret, confusion, despair, desperation, and fear.

Marcello was afraid.

His hold tightened and he pulled me flush against his muscular body.

I was tired too, so tired, so I let myself sink into him. I'll allow myself this, just for this moment