Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 245

ASHER

I moved quietly, too quietly for a man coming home to his wife. Maybe deep down, I already knew what I was going to see...

And then I saw them.

My brother. My own blood. And my wife, tangled in sheets that weren’t meant for betrayal. Her hair spilled over the pillows, her body arching in ways I had never touched, never allowed myself to touch. And Dominic....shameless, his hands all over her, his mouth on the woman who bore my name.

The two were in a heated passion. No worry, no fear. You could tell this wasn't their first rodeo; they knew each other's pulse points, knew each other's turn on.

For a second, the world just… stopped. I couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of my own heart. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I was frozen.

I had come home to give her everything she had ever wanted, all she had asked of me.... Except love course. And she had already given herself away.

That was the day something inside me broke. I had been faithful to her, and I never thought of being with another woman.... But here she was, with my own young brother.

I don’t know how to explain how I felt at that moment in time. Conflicted doesn’t even begin to cover it. The only way I can describe it is this: I had mixed feelings. Let down. Deceived. Betrayed and played.... Made a fool of.

It hit me then, she had been playing me all along. All those dinners she prepared. All the quiet smiles. All the effort she put into making herself look like the perfect wife. A facade. Nothing more.

And beneath that facade was something lethal. Dangerous. Not someone I should be close to. Not someone I should trust. She was poison. She was evil.

And me? I’m in the mafia business. I kill people for a living. I know what evil looks like, and she wore it well.

But Dominic.... That’s where the knife really cut deep.

Because yes, I can admit it now: I was heartbroken.

Even though Dominic and I never really got along, even though there was a five-year gap between us, and our father loved nothing more than pitting us against each other, he was still my brother. Blood. And despite everything, I cared about him. I was there for him in ways he never knew.

So to find him betraying me like this, lying in bed with my wife, it left a taste in my mouth so bitter I could barely swallow it.

And in that moment, I had options.

I could have killed her. No one would have questioned it. After all, a wife caught in her husband’s bed with another man, that’s death. Tradition. Justice.

And Dominic? I could have killed him, too. My brother or not, no one would have blinked an eye when they found out why.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

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