Hers to Command: A Dark Mafia Romance (Mafia Queens Book 3) by C.A. Krause

Author:C.A. Krause [Krause, C.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: C.A. Krause
Published: 2025-01-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Anya

The door clicks shut behind Riccardo. I watch him through the window as he gets into his car and drives off to his office. Or maybe another meeting somewhere else I don’t know about.

My bitterness from last night isn’t quite gone yet, even if the intensity of last night’s anger has cooled. I still don’t trust him to keep me in the loop, and that’s not a position I’m willing to accept. No. I’m about to act, rather than react, for once.

When I’m sure he’s gone, I slip back to my room to grab my purse and make my way downstairs, careful not to be too loud. I catch a glimpse of Mrs. Batton through the kitchen door and quickly move past before she turns to see me. The last thing I want is for her or anyone else to report back to Riccardo before I even leave the damn house, and I suspect that’s exactly what would happen. Which is also why I’m pulling out my phone before I open the door.

“Chill, Riccardo, I’m on my way to you now.” I pause and nod at the guards with a smile that tells them everything is peachy. “Yeah, no problem. I’m driving my own car. I’ll see you in a bit.”

I’m past the two men watching the house, not lowering my phone from my ear until I’m in my convertible, even though the call is entirely fake. I’m hoping the one-sided conversation is enough to reassure them that Riccardo knows I’m leaving the house and that I don’t need to have a fucking escort.

Riccardo may have married me, but he doesn’t get to control my choices, no matter what he thinks. And I get the distinct feeling that the possessiveness he’s been showing might get out of hand if I don’t put a stop to it now.

Kind of fucked up, really. He should be happy I mind my own business, since this isn’t a normal marriage. It’s a business agreement, no matter how domestic last night’s dinner may have felt before he dropped an atomic bomb on me when he said he’d seen Mikhail and Gianna.

As I drive out of the driveway, I confirm that Ren and Josh aren’t following me. Then I scroll down to Mikhail’s number, my thumb hovering over the call button for a beat. My pulse quickens slightly; I haven’t spoken to him since our last heated exchange, but I can’t let that stop me now.

I press the green call button, pulling onto the street as it rings on the other end.

I half expect that Mikhail won’t answer. But just as I think he’s letting my call go to voice-mail, Mikhail’s voice comes through.

“Anya.” His tone is curt, wary.

“Mikhail.” I keep my tone casual, ignoring the edge in his voice. “We need to talk. Today.”

“You fucking married Riccardo Angelo? Did you lose your mind?”

“Look who’s pretending to give a shit about my life now.” I snarl, the guilt from last night making me feel extra bitchy.

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