It would have been foolish to say I missed her. So, I didn’t dare speak the words.

Not out loud.

My sister hadn’t spoken more than a couple of words to me since the day I took Vittoria away. Giada’s disappointment stung. I, of course, would never let it show because I loved my sister dearly. Daniele, however… there wasn’t a day since Vittoria was relocated that he wasn’t acting the haughty prick. I wanted to pop my brother right in the fucking mouth. I would have relished in it too, but to wear my emotions on my sleeve would only leave me open to harsh criticism and that was not a risk I could afford to take.

My position as capo called for a cool manner and sound mind.

Regrettably, I found myself less than rational whenever it came to my young wife.

I could still smell her sweet scent. The taste of her lingered on my tongue. I felt her, snugly wrapped around my body. It was torture to watch her from behind a screen. She would never understand that this prison sentence was a punishment with which I too suffered.

Right then, I watched her stand by the mantle in the living area. She carefully picked up a frame that held a photograph of me and my kids. The way she ran gentle fingertips over my face had my gut tightening in a violently protective way. And yet, I felt my chest puff out.

It was gratifying that she felt so attached to me after so little time. Wildly naïve, but pleasing nonetheless. But nothing pleased me greater than turning her sister away from my front door step.

Vincenza, the insolent bitch, arrived at my home mere days after the wedding. “I want to see my sister,” she demanded as if she were entitled.

I peered down my nose at her and remained unruffled as I announced indifferently, “I’m sorry. Vittoria is not currently in residence.”

She blinked, confused, and then her expression darkened and her hands fisted by her sides. “What have you done with her?”

I smirked inwardly as her anger ignited. “What I do with my wife is none of your concern, Vincenza. She is mine in body and name. Whether she is merely recovering from a long day of taking my cock,” her eyes flashed and I basked in it, “or I threw her body off of a fucking cliff,” for a second, her expression fell, “it is none of your goddamn business. Not anymore.”