Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 213

Dante's POV

I practically dragged Gianna by the arm into the room, my fingers wrapped tight enough around her wrist so she couldn't break free.

I slammed the door behind us with a force that rattled the frame. She stumbled forward, yanking her arm free from my hold.

"Dante..."

"I gave you one fucking instruction," I cut her off, my rage overtaking me. "Just a few simple minutes where all you had to do was sit and wait for me."

I moved toward her, watching the way she backed up instinctively, her breath coming faster. "Then I return to find you dancing with the same little boy from the pool, the one who couldn't keep his hands off you, who just happens to be Matteo, Roberto's son."

Her chest heaved as she stared at me, those eyes flashing between fear and fury. "It was just a dance, Dante. He insisted, and I said yes because I thought..."

"You thought what?" I took another step forward, and she took one back. "It would be polite? That letting another man put his hands on you was the right thing to do?"

"I thought it might help!" Her voice rose, matching mine in intensity. "You were talking business with his father, and I thought if I was friendly with his son, it might..."

"Help?" The word came out like a curse. "You want to know what would help, Gianna? You doing exactly what I tell you to do. You not making me look like a man who can't control his own wife in front of every boss in that garden."

"Control?" She laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Is that what I am to you? Property you need to control?"

"You're my wife." I closed the distance between us in two strides, backing her against the wall. "That means everything in my world. It means you don't dance with other men. It means you don't let them touch you, hold you, lean in close enough to..."

"He tried to kiss me, and I pushed him away!" Her hands came up between us, pressing against my chest, not pushing, just holding. "I didn't want him to. I didn't encourage it. But you didn't see that part, did you? You just saw red and put a bullet in him."

"He put his hands on what's mine." The words came out rough, dragged from somewhere deep in my chest. "He tried to take what belongs to me, and you expect me to just stand there and watch?"

"I'm not a possession, Dante." But her voice had softened slightly, and I could see the confusion shifting behind her eyes. "And you just shot someone. You literally put a bullet in somebody because you saw them try to kiss me. What about talking? What about asking what happened?"

"I told you what would happen if anyone touched you." My face hardened. "Did you think I was bluffing?"

"I can't be married to someone who's this angry, this out of control, who shoots people just because he's jealous!"

"You're one to talk about jealousy?" I stepped back, running a hand through my hair. "On our wedding night, when you found Selene naked in my office, what did you do? Didn't you almost break my head open?"

Guilt flashed across her face, the first time I'd seen it since that night. She looked away, her defiance faltering for just a moment.

"That night was different," she said quietly. "I was furious, out of control, as any bride would be. But I didn't cross any lines."

"Oh, you more than crossed the line." I felt the fury building again. "I found that little stupid boy about to kiss you. So tell me, Gianna, is he who you want to be with?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Her eyes went wide. "You think I want him?"

"I don't know what to think anymore. You say one thing, but your actions leave no room for me to trust you."

"My actions?" She moved toward me now, anger blazing across her features. "You want to talk about trust? That's hypocritical, considering you put a bullet in someone because you didn't trust me to hold my own and handle myself."

The rage exploded through me. I pointed at her, my hand trembling with the force of my emotions.

"I put a bullet in him because he dared to touch what's mine!" My voice rose to a roar. "Because no man gets to put his hands on my wife and walk away breathing!"

"So it was all for ego, then." Her voice went cold. "Not really about me."

"Don't you dare twist this!" I advanced on her. "You should be begging me on your knees right now. Begging me not to..."

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