Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Diego held her tightly.
“Let me go!”
“No.”
She tried to become a dead weight in his arms, but that was no good, because he held her up and the water actually helped him. This was a nightmare.
After a few seconds, she slammed her hand on top of the water, sending up a splash of water. “What will it take to get you out of my damn life?”
“Liana, we’re married. Nothing is going to separate us. You could be pregnant with my child. There is no way I am going to accept a divorce.”
“I don’t want to be married to a man like you.” She hated how hot her throat felt, and she refused to cry in front of him.
A doormat! It was horrible. She thought she was being a good wife, a nice wife, a kind wife. The kind of wife a mafia man would want. Only, it was thrown in her face. No, it wasn’t even thrown in her face, she was talked about behind her back, to men she had to face.
She needed to call her friends and see how they were doing. None of their husbands had a nice thing to say about them. What sucked was moments before they overheard their husbands, they had all talked about how well they felt their marriages were going. It was such a joke. A painful and cruel joke.
“It does not matter what you want. We are married,” he said.
She was not interested. “What if I’m not pregnant?” she asked. “Will you consider a divorce then?”
“Liana, there are only two ways I would consider a divorce. The first, if you are a traitor to the Colombo Mafia, I will simply kill you. The second, if you make life so unbearable I cannot stand to come home, then regardless of whether you are pregnant, I will grant you a divorce.”
Liana knew she was never going to be a traitor. She was not after death, however, if he thought she was not willing to make his life hell to be granted a divorce, he was very much wrong.
“Fine,” Liana said.
“Are you done fighting me?” he asked.
“Absolutely.” Hell, no. I haven’t even started.
He let her go, and Liana swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out.
“We leave in an hour,” he said.
Liana did not argue. She didn’t look back to him but wrapped a towel around her body and left the pool, going straight to the main house. On the way to her bedroom, Enzo Jr. was reading on his cell phone. The moment he glanced up, he froze.
“What are you going to do?”
“Nothing.”
“Liana, I know you and I know when you’re up to something.”
“Diego has only two conditions he would grant divorce. The first is not going to happen, because I am no traitor.”
Enzo Jr. put away his cell phone. “Do I even want to know the second?”
“He will grant me a divorce if I make his life so unbearable he cannot stand the thought of coming home.”
He groaned. “Did he say that?”
“His words. Not mine.”
“Let me guess, he truly doesn’t know the wife he has, does he?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, but it’s up to him to find out. I guess we will see.”
Enzo Jr. sighed. “Divorce within the next six months?”
“Oh, I think he will struggle to last until Christmas.”
Her brother looked at her. “You’re not going to hold anything back, are you?”
“Hell, no. He started this, and now I am going to end it.”
****
One Week Later
Diego was not happy. Once again, his wife had managed to evade her two guards. This was not the first time, or even the second time in the past week that she had been able to sneak away from them, to do whatever the hell she wanted.
“Where is she?” he asked, putting his cell phone to his ear.
“She, uh, look, Boss, she found this café, and then ordered like a lot of food, and complained of stomachache, and went to the bathroom—”
“I don’t need your fucking excuses. I just need you to find her, and I need you to find her right the fuck now!” He hung up his cell phone.
He took a deep breath, because he was not going to take back his earlier assessment about his wife being a doormat. However, in the past week, he had struggled to keep her in one place. First, at their country home, he couldn’t locate her to sleep next to him at night. She moved from room to room. Then, she fired all of his kitchen staff. She gave them large severance packages and even told his main chef he had a job at his favorite restaurant. That had caused a lot of trouble, seeing as chefs were very protective. So, he had no choice but to handle both chefs and the restaurant.
Liana had gone from not shopping to spending every single day shopping. The two guards she had were working overtime to keep up with her. There had been multiple complaints, because she would spend several hours trying on clothes, then not buying anything. However, she would leave a huge tip for the women that helped her.