The Abandoned Wife Makes A Come Back

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I blushed a bit at his words. My heart beating rapidly as his eyes glazed back at me with a possessive glimmer that made me squirm in my seat.

"P-please...darling..." The intimate pet name slipped from my lips making me blush more.

I've only ever called him by name, not entirely sure where our relationship was but it felt right. His gaze and grip softened, a small purr rumbling in his chest as he gently lifted me to my feet and kissed me so tenderly it felt like I was going to melt from the inside out. His voice was low, affectionate as he held me tight to his chest.

"Anything for you my love." The words made me smile as I held onto him. It felt like our relationship grew deeper somehow, on an emotional level.

Alistair watched us in shock, his mouth moving faster than his common sense. "Wow...the Lady has tamed the big scary beast...I thought I'd die before seeing such a thing..."

"That can be arranged." Vincent growled through gritted teeth, his eyes hardening once again as he zeroed on Alistair who suddenly regretted his decisions.

Not even V or his father offered him help as Vincent advanced on him, taking him by the collar to the training room once again.

V and I helped Edgar clear the table, sitting in the living room for several hours again before Vincent appeared. He seemed calm but the lack of Alistair had us alarmed. He chuckled darkly and dismissed our concerns with a nonchalant wave.

"He's alive. He's...resting." he grinned wickedly causing V to curse under her breath as she got up to go and check on Alastair. When she was gone it was just me and Vincent. He sat down beside me with an exhausted sigh, opening his arms invitingly.

I smiled and curled into him. His warmth filled me with a cozy energy and his scent made my body tingle. He was everything I could ever want in a partner though the darker nature and secrets around him made me wary. Did I even know him well enough to be this attached?

As if he could read my mind he lifted my chin, looking deep in my eyes, "ask me anything you want Princess, I hide nothing from you."

I felt hesitant. I didn't want to say anything that could potentially hurt him. "Tell me about you...your family..."

His grip on me tightened slightly. "Well. I was born into a wealthy family. My father was a CEO and a rather ruthless Mafia Boss himself. He often couldn't distinguish between home and work though... Me and my siblings weren't allowed affection. He said it would make us weak and soft. Something he couldn't allow..." His grip on me tightened and his voice cracked for a moment "my brother however... Was more like our mother... Kind, loving and creative... He didn't want the life my father marked for us... So... My father had him killed." His eyes darkened and his fists clenched tightly until his knuckles were white.

"K.. Killed... How... How could he kill his own son?" I asked softly. My mother was hateful but I couldn't even imagine she could do such a thing.

He was silent for a moment longer before speaking, "details aren't important love..." I knew not to press further and nodded softly, he seemed to calm as he ran his fingers through my hair. He was lost deep in thought a moment longer before speaking again, his tone soft and even.

"After that... He was colder, more aggressive. My mother tried to protect us... To take us away but... He got her in line. I can't blame her... He was stronger.. Bigger... Meaner... She didn't stand a chance but dear God did she try..." He smirked with a deep sadness in his eyes. "I met Edgar when I was barely a teenager. He was a lot like my father, big, strong and ruthless but... He was human. Compassionate. He raised me in secret. Making me stronger... Smarter... His son became my brother as we trained together... My father was going to kill What for 'poisoning' his only remaining son so...i beat him."

"Like...?" I asked softly unsure what he meant. He chuckled in amusement.

"He's alive Princess. I just beat him in a fight. He was so enraged... It was hilarious." He smiled at the memory. "After that he expected me to take over his organization and businesses but I left and did my own thing. Now I own several very lucrative businesses and a well oiled underground crime syndicate of my own, something that rivals the work he's valued so highly."

He seemed genuinely proud of his self built success and I could help but feel just as proud of his perseverance.

"I'm proud of you darling... You overcame so much hardship... You're so strong."

There was a pause as he looked at me his eyes filling with warmth as he held me to his chest tightly, kissing my head with reverence.

"Thank you Princess, that means more than you'll ever know."

After such a hard topic we talked about more basic things. His favorite color which was unsurprisingly black. He said it was a color that stands alone or with every color, it was solid and mysterious. He also told me his favorite food was oddly enough chicken noodle soup, something his older brother used to make him when he was sick as a child. I also found out his favorite animal was a raccoon and he was born on November 1st, he was born a few weeks early but he was strong and was released from the hospital after only a few days of observation.

Listening to him open up to me made my heart swell in joy, he seemed so calm and ordinary. Different from the dominant, on edge person he had built himself to be. In this moment of rare vulnerability I was reminded he was a man, a man who made tough choices in his life and came out on top for it. I felt inspired by him and closer than any time before. For a moment I dreamt of a life with him.

What would it be like? Would he be a good husband? A good father? Then the idea hit me, can I even have kids? Would he want any given his traumas? I wasn't sure but those thoughts of a far future faded away as he kissed me, holding me tightly in his arms.

I didn't want to think about such things and his warm touch ensured I didn't. He carried me to bed, to our bed. He held me like I was the most precious thing in the world and we fell asleep, forgetting the troubles of the past and the worries of the future. Focusing solely on each other, the here and the now.