Chapter 171: Antonio And Isabella Are Here

LORENZO

“Wrap things up and get back home; there’s something I need to discuss with you. I’m also heading back as soon as I’m done here,” I ordered.

“Already done, I’m heading to London. I haven’t seen Dario in a long while; expect me in eight hours,” Luca replied.

I gritted my jaw fucker had to give me a headache every once in a while. “Dario? Or Giulia?” I asked, my brow arched as though he could see me.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he denied.

I rolled my eyes. “Right, of course.”

The stubborn fucker has been in love with Giulia for as long as I can remember, but his stubborn ass won’t allow him to admit it to himself or to her.

If there’s one thing I know, it’s that feelings like that don’t just vanish because you ignore them.

Just like I could feel my love for Sancia even when I didn't recognize who she was to me. I guess when you find the one who owns your heart. You'll know it; some people just take longer to realize it.

“Gotta go, have Rico pick you up from the airport.”

“Will do, Capo.”

I ended the call. I can’t fucking wait until I beat the shit out of him for hiding the fact that I have a wife and son.

I get that he thought he was probably doing it for my sake, and I love him for looking out for them when I wasn’t here. But he should have fucking told me the truth himself; it beats finding out the truth the way that I did.

All the ugly parts would have been prevented if only he’d told me. What would I have done if I’d ended up unknowingly killing the two most important people in my life? The people I'll never want to hurt?

Although I didn't kill her, I did hurt her, and it still bothers me that I hurt my tigress.

Speaking of Mia Tigre. I rubbed my face, a bit pissed that somehow I’d overslept; not only that, but I didn’t even know when Sancia snuck out.

I probably wouldn’t have woken up now if Luca’s call hadn’t woken me. I can’t remember the last time I had such a restful sleep. Despite being a little pissed at waking up without her beside me, I still feel refreshed.

“Little tigress, it’s cute that you think you can run from me,” I whispered to myself.

After the long and eventful night we shared—seeing just how wild and passionate Sancia truly is, and hearing her finally admit that she loves me—there's no way in hell I'll be able to keep my distance from her.

But knowing my little tigress, she isn't going to make things easy for me. She may love me and have accepted me back into her life, but I'm far from being off the hook.

Regardless, I'm just happy she's willing to give us this chance because I'm done letting her keep me at arm’s length.

I know we have a long way to go, but we'll get there. Finding out what happened over three years ago is the only thing keeping me from moving in with her right now.

But I’m willing to wait until everything is over, when I will be sleeping and waking up beside her and our son.

I stretched, then stood up from the bed. The sheets slid to the floor. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

My eyes landed on the ruffled sheet, and a flash of red caught my attention. I picked up-delicate lace with tiny bows—Sancia’s panties.

I’d ripped it from her last night in anger. I should buy her a dozen more, just to admire her in them, and then rip them open like a child with his gifts.

Just like the pathetic pussy whipped man I’m trying hard not to be, I lift the tiny scraps of lace to my nose and inhale deeply, and that was all it took for my cock to turn full mast from the half wood I’d woken up with.

I ignored my throbbing dick and quickly washed up. I strode back to the bedroom and dressed up.

It's still dark out. I checked the time on my phone. It's 4 am. I grabbed my laptop and turned on the camera feed. And there she was, looking restless, pacing. I wondered what was keeping her awake.

Another image from one of the rooms in the mansion caught my eye, and I zoomed in.

“Fuck!”

Antonio, that stronzo, is here. Shit. I thought he wouldn't contact her until at least tomorrow.

The bastard strode to the door and pulled it open. My jaw clenched so hard it ached when Isabella stepped into the room.

For the first time, I regretted not installing audio devices along with the cameras. I hadn't bothered because no one had been living in these rooms, but now I wished I had.

They appeared to be arguing about something. Even without sound, I could tell something was wrong. Isabella looked terrified of Antonio. She didn't stay long before she hastily slipped out of the room.

I grabbed my phone and dialed one of the guards stationed outside the mansion.

“Why the fuck didn't you report that bastard's arrival?”

“Capo, I called you several times, but you didn't answer. I reported it to Rico the moment they arrived. He said he'd inform you and even sent additional men as backup.”

“Fine. Keep me updated if anything changes. And make sure he doesn't realize we're watching him.”

I ended the call. I need to go there right now; my mind would never be at ease knowing that asshole is so close to my family. I’d just grabbed my jacket when my phone pinged with an incoming text from Sancia.

Sancia: Antonio and Isabella are here.

I take my gun and dagger before leaving the house. I need to see her before she loses her temper and puts herself in danger.

There’s also the truth about Isabella I’ve never told her; whether she’s a pawn or works with Antonio is something I haven’t figured out just yet.