An Unwanted Alliance ✔️

8. Lack of Concern?

Dario De Luca

"If you aren't the infamous, Arianna De Luca." I heard the voice of the last person, I wanted to see. Francesca. I closed my eyes in an attempt to hide my irritation.

"What are you doing here?" I asked trying to stay calm.

"Well, when I heard about The Arianna De Luca, I thought she might be special to catch your eye. I had to pay her a visit. I'm Francesca Joseph by the way, your husband's mistress." She said folding her arms. The last sentence was directed towards Arianna and I saw a look of pain cross my wife's eyes.

"Francesca, I don't want you to make any scene. Get out of my house, right now." I gripped the glass of water in my hand tightly.

"What's the hurry, Don? I wanna have a chat with your little wife here." She said spitting out the word 'wife'. "I must say she's very boring. No excessive curves, no large breasts. I though you liked it curvy. Does she even satisfy you?" She asked, smirking.

I stood up and banged the glass, on the table. The glass broke immediately and it's little pieces, pierced through into my skin, making me bleed. It started paining but that was the last of my concerns. All I could think about was the audacity of the woman standing in front of me. How dare she insult my wife, that to, in front of me, in my house. She has no right to talk about our personal life. Who the fuck does she think she is? I am Dario bloody De Luca, I don't let anyone insult me or my family members, especially my wife.

"You clearly know, cutting you into a thousand little pieces and tossing each of those into the seven different continents of the world, is well within my substantial mafia capabilities. So what is it, Francesca, that makes you bold enough to stand in front of me, in my own house and insult my wife?" I said and before she could answer, a lady guard of mine came and pinned her hands behind her back.

"I'm sorry, Don. She lured the men at the main security to allow her in by, flashing her..." She let the sentence hang in the air but I caught what she was trying to say. Francesca used her... assets to enter in. This viscous lady. I further balled my hands in a fist, deepening my scars.

"Make sure she doesn't enter my house every again." I addressed the lady guard and she took Francesca with her.

Arianna got up from her place and returned with a medical box in her hand. Why in her right mind would she still want to treat my wounds? Wasn't she a least bit affected by Francesca's words?

She took my bruised hand in hers and started pulling out the glass shreds with a tweezers. My eyes refused to leave her face as I tried to figure her out. She should be angry, sad or at least hurt by Francesca's appearance. Why doesn't she shout at me and get her anger out? I saw how sad she was when Francesca introduced herself.

After she was done applying the ointment and bandaging my hand, she packed everything in the box and stood up to leave, without a word.

"Arianna, I want you to know that there's nothing going on between me and Francesca." I said as I held her wrist and stopped her. She was still facing away from me and I couldn't see her face. She nodded and tried to walk away with an, "Okay."

I didn't leave her wrist and spun her around to face me.

"Aren't you going to ask me for answers? Aren't you a bit bothered when an unknown woman shows up at your house claiming to be your husband's mistress. Why aren't you angry at me? Why aren't you a least bit worried about our marriage? Does this relationship mean nothing to you? Answer me, Arianna De Luca. Why aren't you questioning me?" I lashed out a her unknowingly. I didn't mean to shout at her but her lack of concern was bothering me.

"Because I trust you." She answered with unshed tears in her eyes and ran away towards her room, covering her face. I stood there for a solid minute, stunned by her answer.

"FUCK!" I shouted loudly, banging my other hand against the nearby wall.

How can I be so stupid? Why did I expect her to be an insecure woman? She has never been possessive over me in the past month that we've been married but that doesn't mean she doesn't trust me. I gave her my word. I myself said I stopped seeing any of my previous mistresses once I took her as my wife and she believed me. I was beyond grateful that she trusts me and now, I'm the fool. I hurt her when I was the one lacking brains.

Lack of concern, my ass.

Great! Fucking Great!