Hundred and sixty-seven

Hundred and sixty-seven
Arnold's POV

My lips curved into a smile as I ran my fingers on my phone with my finger. Messages kept popping up. Pictures of her in different wedding dresses displays on my screen.
She looked radiant, beautiful in each one of them. I couldn't wait to get this wedding over with. I couldn't fucking wait to let the whole world know who she fucking belongs to.
I blew out smoke from my mouth. My cold eyes were glued to the screen of my phone.
I didn't know how much I enjoyed watching her but I fucking did. I was fucking addicted to her and every piece of her. Everything about her intrigues me so fucking much. I licked the corner of my lips as I got to a particular picture, the wedding dress wasn't white but it was off-the-shoulder.
The top of her breast was bare. I loved how she was exposed but she wasn't wearing this dress for our wedding. It would be a yes if she would wear it only in our bedroom.
I fucking miss her.
Fuck!
It has only been a few hours since she left, yet I couldn't help myself.
I took a sip of my drink.
I lifted my face and pushed out smoke from my mouth.
Angelina and I were already married. Three years ago I married her in Sicily, and I made her my wife. My queen and my fucking Donna.
I married her without knowing where it would lead. I thought I was just keeping my addiction close but now, I want to give her a title.
I wanted to give her the wedding she had been craving for.
The name, the glory, and the title of being my wife and the Donna of the La Cosa Nostra.
I would make the world for her. I would gladly bring the world to her feet.
She belonged to me. She was mine and mine alone.
To her, it was a wedding but to me it was a warning to the world.
I shoved the cigarette into the ashtray as my cell phone began to ring.
It was my father.
Davide Wolfe.
The ice between us has melted. It did the day I found out he didn't kill my mother as I had thought.
"Are you sure, Arnold?" He asked as soon as I picked up the call." I want to do this." I replied and he let out a sigh.
" I'm proud of you. Treat her well, she deserves your respect."
" I know." She has me wrap around her little fingers.
An image from the past clouded my mind and I let out a small chuckle." I will make sure the world respects her." I promised.
" Your grandfather will be very proud of you." He added and I chuckled.
" That is not true," I said and the line went silent.
We both knew what my grandfather would have done if he were alive.
There was no way he would have watched me marry Angelina without trying anything.
" Hope she doesn't grow to hate you as your mother did with me." He said.
" She is not my mother." Besides, Angelina loved me and if she started to hate me I would make her fall in love with me again.
I won't let her feel anything for me other than love. I would make sure of that.
" I will make sure it doesn't get to that," I told him.
"Congratulations to both of you." He said and the call hung up.
I raised my eyes to look at the man standing in front of me.
" Marco, sort him out," I ordered and Marco nodded before pulling his phone from his pocket and wired him fifty million dollars.
" Solve your problems. Make sure you attend my wedding." Marco handed him an invitation and he went down on his knees.
" Thank you Boss Arnold, I will never forget your kindness." He bowed his head. And I signaled for him to stand.
" I will call you when I need you, Santa." I told him and he bowed his head." I will be waiting for your call, Boss." He turned and left.
I leaned in my seat.
" Should I call Antonio and find out where they are?" Marco asked and I chuckled." She will be back." I said calmly.
Angelina wouldn't run away from me and even if she did I would fucking find her.
My phone suddenly rang and I knew who it was. My bride and wife.
Amusement flashed in my eyes as I looked at the video playing on my screen.
" Call Antonio," I ordered Marco and he nodded.
In the video, she was sitting with a man in a restaurant.
They were fucking chatting and laughing like it was normal.
My eyes darkened.
" They are having lunch," Marco said after a few seconds.
She has guts that I fucking thought.
I watched the video over and over again and each time I did I thought about the numerous ways I could punish the asshole who thinks he could talk to my woman without consequences.
The thought of ending his pathetic life clouded my mind.
It seems she has forgotten who I was. I wanted to kill the bastard to reset her memories.
Tell her who she fucking belongs to.
The next few hours were spent by me on my paperwork.
I heard the sound of Antonio's car entering the mansion but I didn't leave my office.
I wasn't in a rush though I was tempted to go out and teach her a lesson.
I didn't leave my office until I was done with work.
She was sitting in the living room with the lights off.
" I was waiting for you." She said, getting up from the couch." I want us to watch a movie together." She held my arm and led me to the couch. I let her drag me down the couch.
" I made popcorn for us." I glance at the two cups of popcorn but for a short while.
" The movie is about to start."
" Did you think I would let him live after getting close to you?" I asked suddenly and she turned to look at me.
" You can't hurt him." She whispered.
" You think so?" I leaned down to look into her eyes.
" He is a stranger I met at the restaurant." I narrowed my eyes.
I thought as much.
" You sat at the same table with a stranger and fucking smiled at him." My voice was calm, gentle but heavy.
She was the only one who crossed me without consequences.
" I'm getting married in a few days and I wanted to enjoy my single life."
Was she fucking serious?
" We are fucking married, Angle. You are not single." I reminded and she let out a sigh before picking up the remote control to pause the movie.
" It's different." She said and I chuckled." How different, Angle." I asked.
" We didn't have a wedding." She said and I wrapped my right hand around her waist and yanked her to myself.
She sat with a stranger in a restaurant and fucking sent me a video.
Interesting.
" And you think what we had was less of a wedding?"
I let my left hand slide down her thigh.
" This is different." She said the words again and I worked my hand down into her dress.
She stiffened when my finger brushed the entrance of her pussy.
" Arnold." I pulled her onto my lap and slammed my lips on hers.
" I don't want any man getting close to you," I warned as I attacked her lips fiercely. My two fingers sliding inside her pussy and she moaned.
A small smile tagged on my lips, my movement grew fierce and faster as I pushed my two fingers in and out of her.
The door suddenly opened and she froze on my lap." Arnold, someone is here." She said but I didn't stop.
I continued pushing my fingers inside her.
The footsteps got closer and closer. Her body couldn't ignore my touch.
I slowly pulled my hand from her dress as Marco reached us.
"Where is it?" I asked and he handed me the files he was holding.
" These belong to you." I handed them to Angelina." Mine?" She asked and I nodded.
" Cole's assert" I said.
Her gaze remained on me a little longer before looking down at the files.