Chapter 72 Jealous Isabella
Dante POV
She said she was worried about my gunshot wound, but I think it turned her on. Bullets killed lesser men but all they did was slow me down. Isay was a strong woman, so she must be attracted to strong men. I fit that description perfectly, even if I wasn’t the most moral person. I did criminal things, but that didn’t lessen my strength and protectiveness.
I overheard Varos tell her exactly what he wanted, to have her marry a strong man who could take care of her and I fit the bill. She knew it, I knew it too. We finished dinner then Isabella excused herself to the restroom. I got the bill and paid with cash because I paid for everything with cash.
I was eager to leave that public establishment and get back to my place. I preferred Isabella in just her panties and in my bed. In a restaurant, all the men could look at her. I had to pretend to be okay with it even though wasn’t because she was mine. A brunette walked over to me, her eyes making contact with mine. She was sitting at a table with a few other girls, and as she came closer, she smiled
like she knew exactly who I was. I didn’t recognize her. She stopped at my table. “Hey, D. How are you?”
Her face still wasn’t ringing a bell, but she obviously knew who I was. When I picked up women out on the town, I couldn’t introduce myself as Dante not without looking like a weirdo. So I went with the first letter in the
name. I told them I had a crazy long name that no one could pronounce, so I juystuck with D.
“Good. How are you, sweetheart?”
“Great. I’m out with some friends tonight. When I saw you over here, I just wanted to say hi.”
No one just wanted to say hi. She wanted something from me. Since I still didn’t know who she was, I assumed we’d slept together one time and then moved on. Maybe she was interested in another round. If Isabella walked out of the bathroom and saw this, she’d flip.
I grinned at the thought. “Thanks for stopping by. Hope you have a good night. I’m just waiting for my wife to come out of the bathroom.” I thought I would be a nice guy and get rid of her so she didn’t have to deal with
Isabella. I knew my baby was a little crazy when it came to me. “Oh…you’re married?” she blurted. “I…I didn’t see a ring.”
I looked at my left hand and made a fist. “I don’t usually wear one with.my line of work.”
My eyes glanced to the bathroom, and I saw Isabella step out, all curves in her tight black dress. Her eyes scanned the room then settled
on me with the brunette. It took her a few seconds to deduce what was going on and yep, she was pissed indeed . I couldn’t wipe the smug look off my face. “Have a good night. My wife is on her way now, and she’s the jealous type”
“Oh, gotcha.” She gave me a smile then walked back to her table to her friends. She never told me her name. Just as she walked away, Isabella arrived and dropped into her chair. With pursed lips, irritated eyes, and a mood that could black out the sun, she wasn’t pleased by what she’d just seen. “Hitting on a another girl when your date goes to the restroom…real classy.”
I couldn’t even pretend not to enjoy this. “Your face is getting so red.”
“Is not,” she said defensively. “I just don’t appreciate people who pull that stunt.”
“What makes you so certain she was even hitting on me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Cut the shit.”
I got hard in my slacks watching how upset she got. She was even more.possessive of me than I was of her. “Let’s go.” She rose to her feet and snuck a look at the brunette who’d
made a pass at me, who happened to be looking this way. When I was out of my chair, Isabella grabbed my hand and interlocked
our fingers together as she walked out of the restaurant. She’d never shared affection with me publicly, and we certainly had never held hands, but now our fingers came together. My hand was twice as big as hers, but they still
lined up the right way. She pulled me out of the restaurant, it was like a horse pulling a carriage ten times its weight. How could I not enjoy this little tantrum? It was hilarious.
We made it outside then walked to my truck, still holding hands. The brunette was long gone, but Isabella didn’t hold her embrace.
“Are you always this jealous?”
“I’m not jealous.”
I cocked an eyebrow, seeing the way her nostrils were still flaring. “I thought you were going to throw a fist back there.”
“I should to teach her some class. You don’t go after a man when hisbwoman is in the bathroom. It’s rude and trashy. She’s lucky I didn’t dump that wine bottle on her head…”
I chuckled. “This is hilarious.”
“It’s not funny. I don’t care that she was hitting on you. I just think that was really rude.”
“If you get this upset every time someone is rude, then you must live anbitter life.”
She dropped my hand, her attitude flaring up. “How would you feel ifnsome man hit on me while you were in the restroom?”
“That would never happen.”
“But what if it did?” she pressed. “Trust me, it would never happen.” No man would be stupid enough tobcross me. I terrified any man I came into contact with, and even if they
thought Isabella was their soul mate, they still wouldn’t cross that line. I was over two hundred pounds of solid muscle. I was a goddamn beast. Unless the man packed enough ammo for a war, provoking me was a death wish. “And if it did, would you be upset?”
If a man hit on Isabella while I went to take a piss, they would be dead. I’d smash their skull into the table until their brains turned into a dish to be served. Not only was she my woman, but the behavior would be disrespectful and I didn’t allow that shit to fly. “Not sure.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re so full of shit.”
“Admit you’re jealous, and I’ll reconsider my answer.”
“I’m not jealous,” she repeated. “Fine.” We arrived at the truck, and I opened the passenger door for her. She stared at me in surprise. “I didn’t know you had manners.”
“Don’t get used to it.” I shut the door behind her and got into the driver’s seat. I started the engine, cranked the heat up so she wouldn’t be cold, and then drove back to my apartment.
She stared out the window as we sat in silence.