Mafia's Redemption: Terzo - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

DANI
Disoriented, I jolted up to the loud knock on the door and the constant ringing of a phone in full volume. Then a heavy arm tightened around my waist, reminding me that I wasn’t alone.
“Dani, wake up,” Terzo said groggily.
“Yeah. I’m awake.” I sat up, pulled the duvet over my chest, and stared at Terzo as he just pulled his gun under the pillow and checked the safety, making me freeze. The sheet fell to my lap, exposing my naked breasts.
“I really want you right now, but I need to kill first whoever is behind that door.” He groaned, sitting up.
My reaction was instant. My heart raced. My eyes bulged. Was he serious?
“Go to the bathroom. That’s probably Marco.” Carrying his gun, he got up from bed completely naked and man, he was damn hot. His body was like a sculpture by Giuseppe De Fabris. Those thighs were molded with pure muscles to perfection to his firm ass.
“Dani, you can ogle my ass later.”
“Oh, sorry.” I dragged myself out of bed, pulled the sheet to wrap it around me before I ran to the bathroom.
I quickly peed, cleaned up myself, and then brushed my teeth. A moment later, I heard Terzo yell at whomever he was talking to. I couldn’t understand what they were talking about. It was in Italian, but there was a lot of cursing, the only words I knew, in every sentence.
I washed my face and put on the robe before I walked out of the bathroom. The door to the bedroom was opened, and he was still yelling while Marco and Gio were just standing without a word.
Terzo abruptly stopped as he realized they weren’t alone anymore. Judging by the tensing of the muscles on his back and arms, he was still pissed off. Only this time, he had boxers on.
“What’s wrong?” I asked when nobody seemed to start talking.
“Signora, buongiorno,” Gio started, not meeting me in the eye.
“Good morning,” I said hesitantly as I eyed them one by one.
“Get dressed, Dani,” Terzo ordered.
“So, nobody wants to tell me what that yelling was all about?”
Gio shook his head while Marco didn’t even move.
Terzo, on the other hand, had his eyes narrowing at me. “Get dressed, Dani. Don’t make me say it again.”
“Right.” I shrugged and smiled tightly at him. “Good wife, is it?” I turned around, walked inside, and shut the door before them.
Then I found my suitcase beside the bed. I did a quick shower, blow-dried my hair, and put some makeup on. Then I put on a white shirt, pants, an oversized camel blazer, and ankle boots.
I walked out of the bedroom, and Terzo was already there, fully dressed, waiting for me. The suitcase was gone, but my handbag.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.” I grabbed my handbag and walked past him.
“Dani.” He grabbed my wrist before I could walk out.
“Yeah.” I put my shades on so that he could not read something in my eyes. I wasn’t mad or something. I just wanted a normal conversation. I wanted to know what was going on now that my life was tied to him. I deserved that.
He pulled out my shades and looked me in the eyes. “Sorry, we couldn’t have breakfast.”
“It’s fine.” I took my shades from him and put them back on. “I wasn’t expecting breakfast in bed. The honeymoon is over. Back to reality.”
The moment he let go of my wrist, I walked out the door. Marco and Gio were waiting in the elevator for us.
“Don’t do that.” Terzo was tailing me until we joined his men.
“Exactly what?” I didn’t bother looking at him. I entered the elevator. He followed, and then his men.
“In different situations where my men haven’t scouted the place, it’s not safe for you to just walk out there alone.”
“Right.” I shut my mouth before I could say something. I thought I just needed caffeine.
Last night was beyond amazing. He was generous, gentle, a great lover, and he was just a normal, handsome man who gave me orgasms, not the cold-hearted, inconsiderate, controlling mafia beside me.
We made it to the parking lot without a conversation. He opened the Yukon door for me like a fine gentleman. Then he sat next to me, his hand on my knee. I ignored the warmth of his palm and the sensation he created as he squeezed me lightly.
“Coffee?” He held my hand and squeezed it. “Or you’d rather have a hot boiling water thrown at me?”
I couldn’t keep it up. I lifted my gaze as the SUV started moving. “You were an asshole earlier.”
He smiled instead of throwing me daggers. “Good morning, beautiful.”
I glared and rolled my eyes.
“Hot boiling water then.”
“Or I could just poke your wound. How about that?”
He chuckled softly and grabbed my hand. He inspected the wedding ring I was wearing and said, “Don’t take it off.”
“I have to if I meet my father. Where are we going?”
“Airport.”
“To Italy?” My heart started pumping fast.
“Yes. We’ll continue what we left off when we land in Palermo.”
“And what was that exactly? You being an ass?”
“I’m not talking to you if I can’t see your eyes,” he said calmly.
I caught Marco’s reaction from the passenger’s seat. “Do you have something to say, Marco?”
“Signora?” he pretended he didn’t understand what I said.
“What is it, Marco?” Terzo asked.
“Nothing, boss. We’re ten minutes away from the airport,” he replied.
His phone rang, bombarding the entire vehicle.
“It can’t get any louder than that?”
“It’s the don.”
“Your father?” I swallowed hard. I didn’t know if his father was aware that his son had just eloped in Vegas. If his father was traditional Italian, it could upset him, and knowing he was a mafia don, it was an insult to him and the entire Siciliano family.
“Papa?” he answered.
I blocked my hearing, held my breath, and thought of something else, but when he said thank you in Italian, I let go of a shuddering sigh and sagged against the seat.
We reached the private airport. The same private jet was waiting on the tarmac. My nerves became worse. My knees went weak as he helped me get on the jet.
I sat and secured my seatbelt. “Did your father know that you eloped and got married in Vegas?”
He took a seat next to me and pulled me into a tight hug before whispering, “I’m sorry about earlier.”
“Are you gonna answer my question?”
He looked relaxed again. “Yes and yes. My father knew. I called him yesterday morning about my plan. He trusted me. He said to do what’s necessary.”
“What if my father has already found out? And he sabotages the plan?”
“Your father is not a good man. He tends to change minds and plays dangerous games. You just have to trust me. And trust your instinct. If you feel something doesn’t add up, trust it and walk away.”
“I have to do this. This is my one chance of a way out.”
“What do you mean?” His voice was hard and tense, and he was frowning, waiting for my answer.
“It’s my closure with my father. You told me you can make a new identity for me so that I can go somewhere no one will recognize me. Thailand is a good place to start, but I shouldn’t tell you where I should go, right?”
He didn’t reply. Instead, he flared his nose and straightened himself in his seat.