Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
“Who do you think you are? Ignoring me”, he asked, his voice filled with so much hate that it made my stomach churn. “Let me go, Jason”, I hissed, still not even looking at him. He laughed manically, “Yeah, I don’t think so”, he growled. “Let. Her. The. Fuck. Go”, Rex said through gritted teeth, as he grabbed onto Jason’s wrist.
“Who the fuck are you?”, Jason winced. “Mrs. Barello’s bodyguard. You will remove your hands from her immediately, or I will break them off of her”, Rex growled. My arm burned, as the blood traveled back to my hand and fingers after being released. “Mrs. B-Barello?”, Jason stuttered. Looks like he recognizes who my husband is. Judging by the way his face paled, he knew exactly who Luca Barello was.
“Thank you, Rex”, I muttered, as we walked away from Jason. “You do not have to thank me. It is my job, Mrs. Barello”, Rex replied stoically. “I can still be grateful that you did it. And, please stop calling me, ‘Mrs. Barello’, call me Mara”, I said. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that”, Rex said. “Why’s that?”, I asked, arching an eyebrow at him. “Because, Mr. Barello would have my head”, he answered seriously.
“No, he won’t. I’m specifically asking you to call me, Mara”, I said. Rex’s face was as hard as stone. “Okay, how about this, since you are so worried, how about, call me, Mara here and whatever you want in front of Luca. Deal?”, I asked, looking over at him. No answer. I sighed, “Fine. I’ll get you to, eventually”, I muttered, walking into my class. I headed for a seat in the middle. I’d prefer the back, but, with the immaturity level of my classmates, I can’t hear the professor over their class clown acts. Rex sat down on the seat directly behind me.
As I began to pull my books out, my phone buzzed. I pulled it from my pocket, seeing a message from Luca.
L: I made it to work safely, bambina. Don’t forget to text me if you need anything. Have a wonderful day, piccola.
I smiled to myself as I read his text. My heart sped up at the pure tenderness of this supposed heartless man.
M: I’m glad you are safe. Have a wonderful day at work.
??hen I hit send, the professor walked into the room. “Good morning, all”, Professor Scott addressed the class. “Good morning, professor”, the class responded. I hate this ritual about his class. What is so good about this morning? I had to leave my sexy ass husband to be here. It’s not good.
“I hope everyone finished their reports on plants from A to E and all of their functions”, he continued. My phone buzzed again, distracting me.
L: Are you okay, piccola?
M: Yes
L: Did something happen?
M: Nothing out of the ordinary
L: That doesn’t answer my question, piccola.
“Miss Marabella”, Professor Scott called me out. My heart stopped in my chest, as I quickly locked my phone and sat it in my lap. I looked up, locking eyes with Professor Scott. “Do you have your report?”, he asked mockingly, thinking that he was catching me slacking off.
I smirked, “Actually, It’s ‘MRS.’ now. And, yes, I do have my report”, I replied calmly. “Hmph. Then bring it to me”, he huffed. I slid my phone into my pocket, slickly, feeling it vibrate as I did so. Then I grabbed my report and stood away from my desk, proceeding to the front of the classroom.
I handed the professor my ten-page report. He frowned as he took it from me, knowing he didn’t pull one over on me. “Who did you marry, Mrs. Marabella?”, he asked solemnly. I returned his frown. I didn’t like the disappointment in his voice. “That’s none of your concern, Professor Scott”, I hissed through gritted teeth. “She’s married to Luca Barello, Professor”, Jason answered on my behalf, fucking asshole. “Oh”, Professor Scott uttered, his eyes widening to that of a goldfish. “Yeah”, I said, before turning around and going back to my seat.
