“It’s confirmed that Leo has left Italy, and Enzio said I could be spared. It means we’re good to go. Right away.”
“Go where right away?”
“Taormina. You’ll love our villa there. Looks like we’re getting our honeymoon tonight, little kitten.”
No fucking way.
CHAPTER 26
Nicky
“Un. Fucking. Cuff. Me.” I rocked and jerked in the plane seat against the restraints.
Domenico crossed his legs in the seat across from mine. “If you’d behaved and hadn’t indulged in another scandal at our wedding in front of my whole family, I wouldn’t have had to cuff my own bride on my plane to go on our honeymoon. You brought this on yourself, little kitten.”
“You carried me over your shoulder and spanked me in front of everybody, made them laugh at me and tried to shove me inside your plane. What was I supposed to do?”
“Not break poor Lombardo’s nose,” he shook his head in sorrow at one of his bodyguards, “and, definitely, not refuse to go with me in the first place. What were you thinking, kicking and screaming you didn’t wanna go with me in your extensive vocabulary of Bitch, making us both look like fools? You’re lucky everybody thought it was just the wedding jitters of aninnocentbride. But seriously what the fuck were you thinking?”
“That I wanted to stay with my sister when there was a fucking psycho on the loose getting closer to kill her.”
“She has her husband and the rest of my family to protect her. You, on the other hand, are my wife now, a fucking Lanza, which makes youmyresponsibility. You go wherever I tell you to go.”
I swore under my breath. “Whatever, asshole. Just uncuff me.”
He leaned forward, his eyes raking me from head to toe. “No.”
My teeth clenched as I ground more curses under them. I needed to be smart and choose my battles, though. Staying bound to my seat for hours wasn’t going to do me any good. “What if I apologized to your hound?”
“Lombardo isn’t a hound. He’s a person and one of my best soldiers.”
“Fine. What if I apologized to your bestie, would you uncuff me?”
He rested his back on his seat. “I’d say it’s worth the shot.”
I blew out a short, irritable sigh and swallowed my pride he intentionally was trying to demolish. Then I glanced at the man in a black suit I hurt as he sat in the front of the plane. It wasn’t his fault that he was doing what he was told. He didn’t deserve to get his nose broken. He was just doing his job. “Hey, Lombardo, perdonami. Non volevo ferirti. Mi dispiace.”
He nodded, holding the bleeding bandage on his nose, while Domenico had his cocky smirk on.
“Happy?” I mocked.
“A little.” He leaned forward again. “Anybody told you before you’re so hot when you speak in Italian?”
I rolled my eyes. “No.”
“Good, because I’d have cut their ears off so they wouldn’t have had a chance to listen to you speak ever again.”
Sick bastard. “Would you uncuff me now?”
His hands folded around mine, and a stupid shiver ran through me. Then he lifted his fingers to my face and brushed my cheek. A playful smile crossed his lips. “Say please.”
Fuck you in the ass.
“It costs nothing to be polite, you know?” he said.
“You’re absolutely right, but you should take your own advice, because saying please and thank you doesn’t make you polite, Dom. Having some sort of a moral code and acting upon it does. But it’s fine. For now, I’ll have it your way. Would you, please, uncuff me? I promise I won’t try to hurt any of your staff.”
“Good girl.” His thumb brushed my other cheek, sending another shiver through me. How could such a simple touch evoke so much tingling in so many places? “But no.”