Page 64 of When She Loves
Fuck it. I’ll check on her, make sure she has everything she needs, and then I’ll get back to work.
Ten minutes later, I’m walking through the front door. I head directly upstairs, not bothering to take my coat off. This will only take a few minutes.
The door to our bedroom is cracked open. I’m about to step inside when I hear it.
“Stupid whore.”
My hand stills on the door handle.
“I always knew you’d bring havoc into this household. Don Messero should have let them kill you. He would be far better off without you.”
What. The. Fuck.
That voice coming from inside the bedroom belongs to my house manager, Sabina. The old woman’s been with the family for decades. She sure as fuck has never spoken to me like that.
Cleo mutters something in response, something that sounds like, “You’d probably declare the day a holiday, wouldn’t you?”
She sounds so unbothered. Like she’s used to it.
“Do you know how many women would kill to be in your position? To be married to our don. He deserves a real lady for a wife. A woman his family can respect and admire. Instead, he has you. You worthless, pathetic slut.”
There’s a ringing sound inside my ears. I push the door open wider and watch as Sabina walks closer to where Cleo is sitting in bed. My wife looks bored as Sabina slams a plate of food onto her nightstand. “Here. I hope you choke on this.”
What the fuck is happening here?She didnotjust utter those words. And then the vile bitch does the unthinkable. She tosses a spoon at my injured wife. It hits Cleo’s chest, bouncing against the duvet. Cleo calmly reaches for it and places it on the nightstand by the plate.
Rage clamps down on my lungs. “What thefuckdid you just say to her?”
Cleo’s eyes snap from Sabina to me.
“Don Messero,” Sabina gasps. “I—”
I march over to them, putting myself between Cleo and the old cunt, and pick up the spoon.
Sabina’s wide eyes drop to it and terror blooms across her expression.
“I will carve out your tongue and ram it down your throat for speaking that way to my wife,” I growl. “Apologize right now.”
She turns as pale as a sheet. “I’m so sorry.”
“Not to me,” I grind out. “To. Her.”
Sabina swallows and volleys her gaze to Cleo. “I apologize, Mrs. Messero.”
“You’re done. Fired. Get the fuck out.” My throat is so tight with anger, I can’t even get a full fucking sentence out.
She takes a few steps back. “Sir, I was hired by your grandmother.”
“My grandmother is dead, and you’ll be too if you don’t remove yourself from my sight this very second. You have fifteen minutes to pack your belongings and get the hell out of my house.”
She just stands there, staring at me like I’m not making any sense.
“GET. OUT!” I roar.
She jumps. Her eyes dart between Cleo and me and then she flees.
My chest rises and falls with rapid breaths.Calm down.I can’t. How fuckingdareshe?
“Rafe.”
