Page 27 of Sacred Vow

The little…!

I closed my hand around my glass to keep from making a fist, but I couldn’t drink. I couldn’t even think clearly. I wanted to vault the low wall and rip the eyes out of every man staring at my wife—but I didn’t do that either. I was as captive as any other man there, entranced by her movements.

I had no idea how long I just sat there, locked in place by rage and desire, but then the waitress walked by and saw Gaetano watching the floor show my wife and her friends were giving the entire club.

Glancing away from the waitress. I noticed a group of men at the bar. One, the closest to the floor, watching Vittoria with a kind of fascinated disgust. I didn’t like it one bit.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Tano sprang to his feet, now drenched in his drink and yelling at the waitress who gave him the middle finger. She hustled away from our table with Tano hot on her heels.

My eyes flew to Simo. “What the fuck?”

He shrugged. “Apparently, he knows her.”

“Of course he does.”

Gio sighed and pushed his chair back. “Come on, boys. Let’s divide and conquer. I’ll take the high road, you take the low road.”

I was barely aware of going downstairs. It seemed I took just a few steps and arrived at Vittoria’s table, where she and her friends were arguing with Carlo about another round of shots. As my wife reached defiantly for a drink, I caught her wrist and pulled her away, trapping her under my arm where I could keep her drinking under wraps.

Her girlfriends openly stared at me, their drunken surprise quickly shifted into appreciation as they looked me over. One that looked familiar, made a point of licking her lips, while the other three stood with their mouths in a perfect O. Their interest was the perfect opportunity to give my wife a taste of her own medicine.

As Gia introduced herself, I remembered she was from a mafia family loyal to me, and made a spectacle for my wife by lingering over the kiss I placed on the back of Gia’s hand. I loved the jealous heat in Vittoria’s eyes… let her feel an ounce of the same betrayal I’d just experienced while she was shaking her ass for every man in this club to see. But seeing her hurt sucked the fun out of my revenge, although not the rage I felt. It was time to leave.

My brothers whisked the girls off to the dance floor, leaving me and Vittoria alone with Massimo and Carlo. I had no idea what the little fucker was thinking bringing her here, but I planned on showing him just how much I didn’t appreciate what he’d done.

“Make sure they make it home safely, Massimo.” I said, keeping my eyes on Carlo.

“Yes, boss. Anything else?”

“Get the camera footage from Gio and find out who that guy at the bar was, and report back in the morning. I’ll need some time to punish my errant wife and don’t want to be disturbed.”

Vittoria’s cheeks bloomed bright red with indignation and embarrassment. She had no idea how lucky she was that I didn’t rip that dress off her and spank her right there. But I had no interest in making a scene at the moment.

“You,” I snapped at Carlo, “will be dealt with later.”

Keeping a firm grip on Vittoria, I hustled us out of the club. At the exit, her bodyguard joined me in escorting us to my vehicle, but he didn’t get in the car. Julius was old school, part of my father’s guard. He knew his place, unlike that little shit who stood off to the side watching my wife with hungry eyes.

I secured Vittoria’s seat belt and climbed in beside her. She was perfectly capable of doing up her own belt, but it was important she understood the power dynamic–she no longer had any, and I was in control.

“I hate you!” she pouted and slammed her arms across her chest.

“So you keep saying, but I think you’ll change your tune.” I allowed my intentions to come through in my tone, letting her see the danger waiting beneath my control. Her body responded as I knew it would. The scent of her arousal hung in the air between us. If I reached down and slid my finger between her folds, I knew she’d be soaked. Her pupils dilated and her pulse picked up. My girl liked danger almost as much as she liked paying the price for provoking me.

“Don’t worry, Principessa, you won’t be getting the attention of other men again.”

She had the temerity to look confused by that, and my temper got the better of me. The little brat had gone out of her way to get attention, well now she had it. Hope she liked the consequences of baiting me.

“But Rom —“

“Quiet!” I snapped in a tone I usually reserved for men already on their knees to beg my forgiveness.

It had no effect on Vittoria, who continued her stammering efforts to explain herself and her inexcusable behavior.

I was done. Undoing her seatbelt, I tugged her over my lap. Bringing my hand down on her backside, the useless string tucked alluringly between her ass cheeks and the sheer material of her dress did nothing to protect her backside from me.

“What’s the matter, wife? Don’t like the attention you asked for?”

My men knew better than to turn around or interrupt me. So, I knew when I tugged her dress above her hips and displayed her ass, they wouldn’t look. I brought my hand down with ruthless efficiency.