With everything my sister had told me about this man, I expected the beast to attack. She would have had me believe that even the smallest transgression would result in a beating. So, I suppose I was surprised when rather than tearing me to shreds – which, let’s be honest, I would have deserved – Ettore simply closed his eyes then lifted his hand to massage his temple. I watched his jaw tense then release, over and over again, and I had to curl my toes into the plush rug beneath me to stop myself from going to him. I knew it would be unwise after he very clearly told me to stay the fuck away from him. But I had the oddest sensation. A prickling at my nape that did not enjoy seeing him pained. And an even more reckless desire of wanting to touch and comfort him.

My heart ached when he let his guard down and showed just how tired he was. He opened his eyes, glanced over me as a whole, then calmly uttered, “I’ll call down, get you some new clothes. Go shower, Vittoria. We’re gonna be late.”

What?

Confused but grateful, I realized something as I offered a passive nod, then excused myself to the bathroom to do as he asked.

Ettore Scala could very well be my worst nightmare, but these were not the actions of a monster.

* * *

Ettore drove an Aston Martin. I confess, it wasn’t the brand of car that surprised me, but the model. I expected him to drive something sleek and sporty, but when the black SUV pulled around, I was sure they’d brought out the wrong car. But then he took the keys and stepped forward. He opened the passenger door and offered me a hand. I glanced down at his open palm and let out a slow breath as I took it. His fingers curled around mine and as I seated myself, I saw Ettore look down at my forearm. Thankfully, he did mention the fact that I had goosebumps. He didn’t have to. We both saw them. He closed the door after me and walked around to the driver’s side. A quick glance at the back seat and realization dawned.

Of course, this car was perfect for him.

The two booster seats in the back had a ghost of smile forming on my lips before a sudden thought had that smile transforming into an expression of pure terror.

Yesterday, I wasn’t ready to become a wife.

Today, I was a stepmother.

It seemed that amongst the chaos yesterday brought, I’d forgotten about that small detail.

“Oh shit,” I whispered wide-eyed as Ettore stepped into the car.