I Think It Is Better If I Move Out Of The Bedroom

Chapter Eleven -- I think it is better if I move out of the bedroom.

Vuk's Point of View

"What did you do to her?" Roman asks me and I keep my gaze on Florence, she is currently moving on the dance floor, with Carolina, they seem to be enjoying themselves, she is laughing and talking, and I hate it because she never talks to me anymore. We have been married for two months, over two months and I snapped at her almost a month ago, I have tried to apologize, to get her to talk to me, but she never does, she is the queen of silent treatments and it is messing with my head.

"Nothing." I grumble and he says nothing, but when I look at him, he is amused and I hate that he seems to be having the time of his life, in my misery.

"She asked about my relationship with my dad and I told her off." I confess and he frowns at me. Roman and I have been friends for a long time, and he is practically my right hand man, I have always wanted to pull him out of the Feds, we can get someone else, I want him fully by my side, but he prefers his job, for some reason, and he knows me well, just like I know him too, he knows about my dad.

"What exactly did you say to her?" He frowns and I exhale, remembering how cruel I sounded.

Do not overstep your position, Florence. We are making this work by pretending to have a friendship, but do not think we are more than this, more than nothing, because that is what we are, nothing. Do not let one kiss make you confused.

"I was rude and I apologized later, but she refused to talk to me." I grunt, then shrug "It does not matter, this was simply an arrangement and I don't care that she is not speaking to me." "Then, stop looking at her and wipe away your drool." He mocks and I flip him off.

I own some clubs, amongst other things, and the Private club we are in is called Honor Among Thieves, HAT for short, and while it may be a little on the nose, we need to make sure that people know the club is owned by a Mafia and it is very exclusive. I heard when Florence was on a call with Carolina, about going clubbing, and I made some excuse to be here, to watch her. We sleep in the same bed, but we are strangers.

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"Heard Lina is here." Dante says as he walks to us and he turns his gaze to the dance floor where just Carolina and Florence are, engrossed in each other and I tear my gaze away from Florence, she has not acknowledge my presence and it makes me very angry.

"You are gonna marry her?" I ask Dante and he looks away from Carolina "She is from the Colombian Cartel, she is a Salazar, and Florence seems to like her, so yes, I will marry Carolina." He sits beside me and I nod, the marriage will be beneficial to Bratva and La Cosa Nostra, our reach and power will extend to the Colombian Cartel, and our family will grow.

"And, if she says No?" Roman asks and Dante frowns "She won't." He sounds certain, I wonder why. He turns to Roman and asks "Donatello has his eyes set on someone, how about you? I understand the dirty fed thing, but you are La Cosa Nostra and practically Maxim's brother, so any plans?"

I smirk, because Roman has no plans on getting married, but I'm eager to hear what he says.

"No plans. I am not getting married. I am married to my job. I'm sure whoever Donatello wants to marry will be beneficial, and that should be enough. You should focus more on Marco and Nikolai, not me." He says simply, nods and walks to the bar. Dante looks at me, questions in his gaze, but he does not ask.

"Fix whatever you did to Florence, she is hoarding all of Lina's attention." He orders, walks to the dance floor, towards his intended and I clench my jaw, because I have tried to fix it. I watch as he wraps his arm around Lina, and pull her to him, I watch as they slow dance to a music only them can hear and I look at Florence, as she walks to the bar.

I get up and walk to her, Roman is no where to be found, but I am sure he is around somewhere.

"Florence." I say and she looks at me, but says nothing. My gaze trails down her body, to the skimpy dress she has on, and the red lipstick on her lips, making me remember the kiss.

"W - we need to talk." I tell her and she just looks at me, still saying nothing and I grit out "I'm sorry for what I said, I crossed a line and I will never cross it again. I - just tell me however I can make your life better, and I think it is better if I move out of the bedroom."

This was not what I intended to say, but I crossed a line, and somehow, I hurt her, and the least I can do is leave her alone. I walk away from her, hating the entire situation, marriage was supposed to be a good experience for me, but I ruined it all before it even started. As an only child, growing up in a Bratva settlement was difficult, I had to watch my parents fight every time, they never loved each other, and all they did was tolerate one and other.

This was something I never wanted for my family, for the family I would have, and somehow, Florence hates me, perhaps I am more like my father than I thought, in more ways than one. I pull out my cigar, and light it, when I look back, Florence is looking at me.