Chapter 27

Chapter 27

　　"I don't need my father's protection or I wouldn't be here, working under you," he pressed out. "Amelia is my little sister. I'm going to try to protect her as well as I can."

　　I tightened my fingers on his throat. "Amelia is safe with me. She doesn't need your protection." I released him and sat back, pushing my tie back under my vest and smoothing my jacket.

　　Christian massaged his throat. "No wonder that Luca likes you so much. You and he have very similar tics."

　　"The bikers are planning something. Look what they did in New Jersey and New York. We'll have to keep an eye on them."

　　"I'm doing that. It's not easy to establish contacts."

　　We talked only about business after that, even if it was clear that Christian wasn't happy about it. Too many people were trying to meddle in my marriage, and I didn't appreciate it in the slightest.

　　It was almost midnight when I unlocked the front door and entered the entrance hall. Light from the living room caught my attention. Elia wouldn't be waiting in there. The guards had their own small house on the premises where they could spend the night.

　　Something darted toward me. It took me a moment to understand that it was the dog. She yapped, and I braced myself to grab her again before she destroyed another pair of my pants.

　　"No, Loulou. Come here!" Amelia ordered. She appeared in the doorway to the living room, only dressed in a silken nightgown. She was barefoot and her hair was tousled as if she'd fallen asleep on the sofa.

　　To my surprise, the dog stopped its attack and trotted over to my young wife. She bent down and patted it. That was when I realized that most of its fur was gone.

　　"You took it to a hairdresser?"

　　Amelia laughed, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she straightened. "No, I don't know any dog stylists. I cut her fur. She had too many knots. I couldn't brush it out."

　　I nodded, not really interested in the dog. If it wasn't for Daniele, I'd have given it away a long time ago. Every time I looked at the thing, images popped up in my head that I didn't need to remember. Amelia leaned against the doorframe, looking lovely.

　　The dog sat obediently beside her leg, regarding me as if I were an intruder in my own home. I looked around for the reason why she was awake. "What are you doing up?"

　　Amelia frowned. "I was waiting for you to come home."

　　I shrugged off my coat and hung it up before I turned back to her. "Did something happen?"

　　Amelia shook her head and came toward me. I peered down. Barefoot and in her flimsy nightclothes, the contrast between us became even more apparent.

　　She put a hand against my chest and shivered. "God, it's freezing outside." Goosebumps pimpled her pale skin, and my eyes followed them to the opening of her robe and the dip of her nightgown.

　　"It's winter." It was an absolutely superfluous thing to say, but it was late and Amelia's closeness fogged up my brain. "Answer my question, did something happen?"

　　She smiled uncertainly. "Nothing happened, Leo. But I want to be there when you return from work. Isn't that how it's supposed to be?"

　　I stared. Since I'd moved out from my parents' home, nobody waited up for me, and if Giya ever had, then only to be the harbinger of bad news. "You don't need to feel obligated to wait for me. I work long hours."

　　I pressed my palm to her lower back and nudged her toward the staircase. "Let's get you to bed."

　　"I'm not a child, Leo."

　　The dog followed us as Amelia stepped onto the stairs. I barred its way. "Why isn't it locked in its room? It isn't allowed upstairs."

　　"It won't stay in that room anymore."

　　My eyebrows rose. Amelia stood on the first step so she was almost at eye level with me. "I didn't realize I made that decision."

　　"You didn't, but I did."

　　I grabbed her hip. "I'm the master of the house." God, that sweet strawberry scent was driving me insane.

　　"Do you expect me to ask you for permission for every little thing? I can handle Loulou, so let me handle her."

　　"It won't go upstairs," I said firmly.

　　She nodded and gave the dog an order. To my surprise, Loulou trotted back into the living room. "She's got her basket in there. It's supposed to be her safe haven."

　　Shaking my head, I walked up the stairs. I was too exhausted for this nonsense. Amelia followed quietly, but I could practically feel her need to talk. We stepped into the bedroom and I closed the door. "How did things go with my children?"

　　"Good. I went shopping with them. We're getting to know each other. I'm trying to become their friend—"

　　"They don't need a friend. They need a mother figure. They need guidance and someone who leads the way."

　　"If that was all they needed, you wouldn't need me since you are so good at leading," she said.

　　I paused at her insolence. Most people showed me respect without me having to do anything but Amelia kept defying me in the most infuriating way possible. "I'm taking a shower. Go to bed and try to sleep." I didn't wait for her response and disappeared into the bathroom. I took my time getting ready for bed, hoping Amelia would be asleep by then. She wanted to get to know me. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to.

　　When I emerged, Amelia stood in front of the window. I stifled a sigh. "Why aren't you in bed?"

　　She let out a small, disbelieving laugh. "Because I think we need to talk. We are married."

　　"I don't see what we need to talk about."

　　She stomped toward me, stopping so close that the strawberry scent flooded my nose again. "A lot. I want this marriage to work, but that won't happen if we don't spend time together. Do you usually come home this late?"

　　"Yes, frequently. I'm Underboss, Amelia."

　　"My father's Underboss and so are many of my uncles, and trust me, they have more than enough time to waste on golf courses or on top of their mistresses."

　　A laugh wedged itself in my throat, but I suppressed it. "My work ethic is very different from theirs."

　　"As your wife, I have a right to make demands so this marriage can work, and I'm asking you to be home for dinner so the kids and I can spend time with you."

　　My anger rose again, even as a small part of me was pleased that she wanted to spend time with me. "This marriage is one of convenience."

　　Amelia's eyes flashed. "I suppose it's very convenient for you to have me as your nanny and for your personal pleasure without the burden of having to talk to me."

　　She was infuriating. I pulled her against me, my mouth so close to hers, for a moment I almost forgot myself. "We've had sex once, girl, so the pleasure factor in our marriage has been very limited, and as far as your nanny qualities go, I'm not convinced."

　　Her nose tilted up. "Then give me back to my parents, if I'm not satisfactory. Didn't you stipulate some kind of return in the deal?"

　　"Over my dead body," I growled and jerked her against me. I kissed her harshly, losing myself in that godforsaken sweetness that robbed me of my senses. I couldn't control myself around her. I didn't want to.