be happy about it. He has chosen you, and you should be grateful instead of miserable.”
“Yes, I should be grateful because he saved me from your nephew who kidnapped me, beat me up, and tried to rape me. Yes, I should be grateful to a man who took my virginity and told me I was his and I had no choice in the matter and is only marrying me because I was a virgin. I am marrying a man who doesn’t love me, but yes, I should be dancing with joy.” She blanched as I spoke. I hadn’t meant to be cruel and angry or to tell what happened with Enzo, but I was nervous, afraid, and sad all in one, and she wasn’t making matters any better.
“You were a virgin?” She looked surprised. I guess he hadn’t told them about it. Then why did she put up with me when I could tell she wanted to get rid of me? I had to ask.
“Yes, I thought he told you and that was the only reason you tolerated me becoming his wife.”
“I tolerate you because my son looks at you like you are the most important thing in the world to him. That’s all. I want his happiness. I am sorry for what has happened to you. Enzo I believe has a few missing pieces.” She pointed to her head, and wasn’t that the truth. “However, I promise my son does truly care for you.”
“You can’t know that.” I refused to believe it.
“No? Then why did he blow up his little place where he used to take his puttanas? Yes, I know about the place. He wouldn’t do that if you were nothing more than a vessel for his heirs.” The look of shock and comprehension was clear on my face. “I see you understand. Now, put a smile on that pretty face, and let us get you married.”
I was shocked. The day after we made love, I’d heard about the fire at a building on the other side of town, but I didn’t know that was the place. I couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t just pacifying me when he said we would never step into that place—he meant it. With that, I was able to be a cheerful bride.
Chapter 7
I looked forward to today more than I cared to admit. I wanted grandbabies just as much as my wife. Plus, I noticed Luciano’s restlessness these past few years. He wanted a life different than he had and Amber was the start to what he craved.
We liked what we knew about her, but the thing was, we had no idea if she cared for him. Since Maria had spent time helping Amber get ready, I wondered if she knew Amber’s sentiments toward our son.
“Amoré, is everything going well? Do you know if she cares for him or because he has given her no choice in the matter?” I asked my beautiful wife of many years.
“Si, caro, she does love him. She did not say it in so many words, but it shows. Look at her and you will see—she may be scared, but you’ve seen the way she looks at Luciano. She and I had a little heart-to-heart, and darling, she was worried that he didn’t care for her and was only marrying her because he took her virtue.”
“She said that?” I asked.
“Yes. She is very nervous about what is to come for them, but what woman is not on their wedding day?”
“Si, I remember you were ready to run from me. When you paused, I was about to run and drag you back up the aisle,” I said with a laugh. Something I could do now, but that I could do at the time.
“I remember. Let us hope she doesn’t run either because I have no doubt Luciano would run after her,” she said nervously.
We sat and the music began. Thankfully she didn’t run, but she didn’t look very comfortable around Enzo as she passed him by. My wife didn’t miss that look either. “Caro, we must have an important talk. It is about Enzo.” She frowned at me, and I didn’t want to see her upset today of all days. Whatever the problem was, it could wait.
“Now is not a time for you to be upset. This is the day you have been waiting for, tesoro. Look at our son.” I knew she had been waiting for this day since my junior had reached eighteen. I kissed her hand that was clasped in
“Yes, I should be grateful because he saved me from your nephew who kidnapped me, beat me up, and tried to rape me. Yes, I should be grateful to a man who took my virginity and told me I was his and I had no choice in the matter and is only marrying me because I was a virgin. I am marrying a man who doesn’t love me, but yes, I should be dancing with joy.” She blanched as I spoke. I hadn’t meant to be cruel and angry or to tell what happened with Enzo, but I was nervous, afraid, and sad all in one, and she wasn’t making matters any better.
“You were a virgin?” She looked surprised. I guess he hadn’t told them about it. Then why did she put up with me when I could tell she wanted to get rid of me? I had to ask.
“Yes, I thought he told you and that was the only reason you tolerated me becoming his wife.”
“I tolerate you because my son looks at you like you are the most important thing in the world to him. That’s all. I want his happiness. I am sorry for what has happened to you. Enzo I believe has a few missing pieces.” She pointed to her head, and wasn’t that the truth. “However, I promise my son does truly care for you.”
“You can’t know that.” I refused to believe it.
“No? Then why did he blow up his little place where he used to take his puttanas? Yes, I know about the place. He wouldn’t do that if you were nothing more than a vessel for his heirs.” The look of shock and comprehension was clear on my face. “I see you understand. Now, put a smile on that pretty face, and let us get you married.”
I was shocked. The day after we made love, I’d heard about the fire at a building on the other side of town, but I didn’t know that was the place. I couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t just pacifying me when he said we would never step into that place—he meant it. With that, I was able to be a cheerful bride.
Chapter 7
I looked forward to today more than I cared to admit. I wanted grandbabies just as much as my wife. Plus, I noticed Luciano’s restlessness these past few years. He wanted a life different than he had and Amber was the start to what he craved.
We liked what we knew about her, but the thing was, we had no idea if she cared for him. Since Maria had spent time helping Amber get ready, I wondered if she knew Amber’s sentiments toward our son.
“Amoré, is everything going well? Do you know if she cares for him or because he has given her no choice in the matter?” I asked my beautiful wife of many years.
“Si, caro, she does love him. She did not say it in so many words, but it shows. Look at her and you will see—she may be scared, but you’ve seen the way she looks at Luciano. She and I had a little heart-to-heart, and darling, she was worried that he didn’t care for her and was only marrying her because he took her virtue.”
“She said that?” I asked.
“Yes. She is very nervous about what is to come for them, but what woman is not on their wedding day?”
“Si, I remember you were ready to run from me. When you paused, I was about to run and drag you back up the aisle,” I said with a laugh. Something I could do now, but that I could do at the time.
“I remember. Let us hope she doesn’t run either because I have no doubt Luciano would run after her,” she said nervously.
We sat and the music began. Thankfully she didn’t run, but she didn’t look very comfortable around Enzo as she passed him by. My wife didn’t miss that look either. “Caro, we must have an important talk. It is about Enzo.” She frowned at me, and I didn’t want to see her upset today of all days. Whatever the problem was, it could wait.
“Now is not a time for you to be upset. This is the day you have been waiting for, tesoro. Look at our son.” I knew she had been waiting for this day since my junior had reached eighteen. I kissed her hand that was clasped in
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