His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 6

#Chapter 6 – Reunion

Adrian

My feet hesitate when I hear the low hum of the engine. I can’t tear my gaze away from Stella’s shaded appearance in the window. She doesn’t meet my gaze as the car drives by me.

Did Stella actually defy me? She always listened to me in the past, what changed?

I snatch my phone from my pocket and take a picture of the car’s license plate before it turns around the corner, disappearing from my sight. Quickly dialing a number, I press my phone to my ear, unable to look away from where the car was last seen.

“I have a license plate number I need you to investigate for me,” I snarl into the phone right when they answer.

“Yes sir. Please text the license plate number to the phone number you called and I will get on it immediately,” the person on the other end of the line readily agrees. I hum in response and end the call, sending the photo over without another word.

I slowly walk back to my car, staring at Stella’s name in the messaging app. Her name burns into my eyes. It mocks and taunts me.

I open up Stella and I’s messages. Scrolling through the chat, I look at all of the messages her sent me. Was her kindness all one big front?

My thumbs hover over the screen. They twitch, ready to type in a message to tell her to come back to me but I’m unable to push any of the buttons. Anxiety and pride chew at the back of my brain, slowly pushing me over the edge.

I can’t text her first. It’s bad timing and I’m too on edge to say anything rational to her.

Minutes pass. The car remains parked in the parking lot. I watch people move in and out of the hospital, waiting for a message back from the investigator.

My phone vibrates in my lap. I immediately bring the phone to my ear, grunting as a greeting.

“You fucking set me up with the plate number! Don’t contact me for a job ever again!” The investigator yells over the phone. I open my mouth to respond but he ends the call.

Pulling it away from my face, I text his number but the text messages don’t go through. A red exclamation point sits beside my messages.

Did he block me?”

I groan, irritation warming my chest. I slam my fists into the steering wheel and look to the street where Stella disappeared, shaking my head.

Who did Stella leave with? What has she gotten herself involved in?

Stella

Sebastian looks outside the car window, his eyes narrowed on Adrian’s growing body. He shifts to open the door but I place a hand on his shoulder.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“I’m going to teach him a lesson,” Sebastian growls. I pull him back into the seat and shake my head.

“It’s just an argument between husband and wife. Please don’t stir up trouble,” I breathe out.

His eyes darken, a flicker of lee flashing across his eyes. We sit there for a few moments. He slowly rods and turns back to the steering wheel, knuckles white.

I turn and look at my brothers who sit in the back of the car 1 study their faces, memorizing the detalls that the television wasn’t able to capture.

Behind me sits Silas, Luca, Matteo, and Dominic. Sebastian the third eldest, sits behind the wheel. All are the biological sons of the Obsidian Pact Godfather while Sebasan is the only adopted one. He’s the strongest candidate to take over the mafia leadership when our father passes.

“Let us buy you gifts for coming home, Stella,” Dominic calls.

“Yes! You deserve nothing but the best,” Luca adds.

“It’s okay! I’m happy to return to my family,” my eyes gloss over and tears threaten to fall from my eyes.

They stare at me with sorrowful eyes and regret written all over their faces. It pains me to see them like this.

“If we were around when you were younger, you wouldn’t have been taken from us. We could all of the suffering you went through,” Matteo says.