His Wife: A Dark Mafia Romance (Dark Sovereign Book 2)
His Wife: Chapter 23

“What is going on?” Leandra’s knuckles turn white as she clutches the bar on the passenger side door. I take a sharp turn, the tires of the Audi skidding across the asphalt, screaming as I take the corner. “You’re scaring me, Alexius.”

“I just need to get you home. Make sure you’re safe.”

“Safe from what?”

I ram the brakes and take another turn, then floor the gas pedal, speeding down the streets, weaving in and out of traffic. “He’s taken Mirabella.”

“Who? Who’s taken her?”

“This fucking psychopath.”

“What psychopath? Alexius, you’re not making any sense.”

“None of this makes fucking sense!” I slam my hand against the steering wheel, anger liquifying in my veins, poisoning me to want to destroy fucking everything in my path. “I don’t know who he is, how he’s managed to do everything he’s done.”

“What are you talking about?” She grabs my arm, but I jerk free from her grasp.

“I was sure it was you when I read his letter.”

“What letter? Alexius, slow down. You’re scaring me.”

“I need to get you home. Make sure you’re safe.”

“Driving like this won’t get me or you home safely. Please slow down.”

I ignore her plea, fueled by the adrenaline flooding my system and the need to get Leandra to safety. There’s no time to explain, no time to slow down. Mira is gone, and we have no fucking idea where even to start looking.

“What did Mira say, exactly?” I ask without looking at Leandra.

“I don’t…I can’t…”

“Leandra, think!” Jesus fucking Christ, my head is spinning, and I can’t stop it. It’s so loud, the angry rush of blood thumping in my ears. Everything is a mess, and I’m trying to figure a way out of it with little to zero clues. Nothing this fucker wrote in that letter makes sense.

“Mira, what did she say?” I quickly glance at Leandra before focusing my attention back on the road, the street lights blurred with the heavy rain coming down as if the Heavens had been torn open. “Where did she go to? Why weren’t you together?”

“We were at the doctor’s office, and I threw up, so Mira told me she’d go buy me some gum and that she’d wait for me in the—”

“Wait for you where?” My voice ricochets in the tiny space. My anger isn’t helping the situation, but we’re racing against time. “Wait for you where, Leandra?” I try to lower my tone this time.

“The foyer. She told me she’d wait for me in the foyer.” There’s panic in her voice. She’s nervous and breathing erratically. With a glance, I notice her shaking, tears running down her face. Fuck.

“Wait.” I narrow my eyes, my gaze flicking between her and the road. “Why were you at the doctor’s office? Are you sick?”

“No.” She shakes her head and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. “I’m fine.”

“Then why were you throwing up? What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Nothing is going—”

“What are you not telling me?” I take the last turn, and we’re finally on the long-ass road that leads straight to the estate.

“It’s nothing, okay? Let’s just replace Mira. Then we can talk.”

“Leandra!” I snap, and she visibly jolts in her seat. “What the fuck is going on? What are you not telling me?”

“I’m pregnant!” she yells, and every thought in my head screeches to a fucking halt.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, Alexius. Yes.” Her brows curve, and tears drip from her lashes. “I’m pregnant. That’s why Mira took me to the doctor, to make one-hundred-percent certain before I tell you.” She turns in her seat to face me, her cheeks flushed and lips curled as she whimpers. “I’m so sorry, Alexius. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’ve taken my birth control every goddamn day. You know that. And I…I don’t know how this happened. I’m so sorry.”

I stomp on the brakes, the stench of burnt rubber instantly filling the air. The sudden silence between us is heavy enough to make me hold my breath, and the only sound is the pitter-patter of raindrops on the windshield, my secret betrayal ringing in the back of my head as my mind replays the words she just said.

A tear slips onto her cheek, and it’s like a goddamn slap in the face, jerking me out of the panicked haze I’ve been in ever since I read that goddamn letter, going fucking crazy trying to replace Leandra while I had the image Melanie’s mutilated body fresh in my head.

I reach out and catch the tear as it laps from her cheek, the skin of my finger absorbing the moisture. My heart breaks a little witnessing the guilt she has no right feeling. “Get out of the car.”

Her dark brows arch in confusion. “What?”

“Get out of the car,” I order and open my door, slipping out into the rain. My expensive suit is being ruined one raindrop at a time, but I don’t give a flying fuck because there is only one thing that matters to me—one thing I care about, and that’s her. My wife. The woman who made me realize I do have a heart capable of loving, a heart that bleeds only for her.

Rain splashes around my feet as I rush around the front of the car, reaching her before she even manages to stand straight.

I cup her face as I step up close. Her beautiful face is a stunning sight as rain rivulets mix with her tears. “You listen to me, and listen good. You don’t apologize for this,” I say, brushing my thumb across her wet lips. “I told you right at the beginning, a Del Rossa never apologizes. Jesus, Leandra, especially not for this.” I lower a hand to her belly, still keeping her gaze captive with mine as I press my lips together to get rid of the rain that lingers there. “You did nothing wrong. Why, in the name of everything holy, would you feel you need to apologize for being pregnant?”

“I don’t know,” she whimpers, her voice shaking, her expression nothing but delicate lines of uncertainty. “I wasn’t sure…I didn’t know how you’d react. And I didn’t want you to think—”

“Think what? That you being pregnant is the best news I’ve gotten in a really long time?”

“I didn’t want you to—”

I crash my mouth to hers in a fiery kiss, my tongue pushing past the barrier of her wet lips. She tastes of rain and mint and the sweetest fucking honey that soothes my soul in ways I never knew possible. Her lips are dynamite and silk all at once, and I pour everything I have into that one damn kiss because I have no words. I don’t know how to say what I’m feeling, so I kiss her, hoping it will tell her exactly what it is I need her to know.

That I love her.

That she’s my world.

That she’s not just the air I breathe, but the life that courses through my veins.

She’s my everything and all the tiny little pieces in between.

A groan echoes from my throat as I deepen the kiss. I hate that she’s crying, but I relish the taste of her tears. Her uncertainty in my devotion to her is venom in my veins, but I savor her vulnerability because it proves that I haven’t completely ruined her innocence. That I haven’t corrupted her gentle soul, and I now know it’s the one thing I need to protect. To cherish.

I reluctantly pull away with a moan, leaning my forehead against hers. “You make me happy,” I whisper, rain lapping down the sides of our faces. “Happier than a man like me deserves.”

“I wasn’t sure how you’d—”

I kiss her again, drowning her words with a hard kiss before inching back. “Erase those doubts, Leandra. They have no merit, no right to occupy your thoughts when it comes to me. Never doubt my feelings for you. Ever.”

She nods, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, shivering, and I brush away the wet hair clinging to her cheeks. “I’m going to take you home, and I need you to go to my parents’ room. Make sure you lock yourself and my mother in. Understand?”

Light, earth-brown irises plead under stormy skies. “Alexius, please tell me what is going on.”

“I will. I promise. But right now, there’s no time. We have to replace Mirabella.”

“Is she in danger? Does this have to do with the murder at Myth?”

I balk. “How do you know about the murder?”

“Mira told me she overheard your brothers talk about it, but we weren’t sure. Is Mira in danger, Alexius?”

“Get in the car.” I open her door and scan the area around us, placing a hand on the small of her back as I urge her to get in. The rain is coming down strong, drops exploding in each direction as I slam the car door and run to get in behind the wheel. “Remember,” I say when I rev the engine. “When we get to the estate, you go to my parents’ room. Lock the door.”

“I wish you’ll tell me what’s going on.”

“I will. I promise. We just need to replace Mira first.”

The iron gates open as we drive up. It’s raining so hard the wipers struggle to keep up, water splashing from the car’s side fenders as I speed down the driveway. “In my dad’s closet, you’ll replace some crates with old newspaper articles. Behind it is a bottle of whiskey with a dark brown wooden case next to it.” I glance at her. “There’s a gun inside. I need you to take it out and keep it, just in case.”

Her eyes widen, fear overshadowing their amber hues. She seems frozen, not even fucking blinking.

“Leandra!” I snap, stopping the car in front of the house. “Did you hear me? The gun. It’s in my father’s…” A wrecking ball slams into my gut, realization slicing through my mind with a sharp-edged blade.

It is time to gather at our Father’s house.

I’ve gone to the house of our Father to cut the member from your lives. But do not dwell; she will repent and be forgiven.

The Lord will deliver you all from evil, and I will be His Instrument. I am, after all…your brother.”

“Jesus Christ.” I hold my breath, my heartbeat echoing between my ears as the words of those letters slowly start to create a picture. “He said our father’s house.”

“What? Who?” Leandra touches my hand. “What are you talking about.”

“He wasn’t talking about God. He was talking about our father. Literally, our father. Our father’s house.” I climb out of the car and stare up at the two-story mansion. “My father’s house. I am your brother,” I mumble, the words repeating over and over in my head, but it doesn’t make sense. We all assumed he meant it in a religious sense, not actual brother. But what if…

Memories of the night my father asked me to arrange their anniversary party play out in my head. I remember how conflicted he was, how he seemed to wallow in the past, saying that his time for making things right had passed. He was sad. Almost hopeless with a regret I didn’t understand.

“When you’re a dying man like I am, you start to think of all the things you would have done differently. The things you wish you could go back and change.”

“All the money in the world can’t cure me or prolong my life. And power? What is power when death can erase you with a mere snap of its fingers? There’s only one thing that matters, Alexius, and I regret that it’s taken me my whole life to realize…and that’s family. Loved ones.”

“There is one decision I regret the most now…now that my life is coming to an end. One wrong decision that pains me more than any amount of morphine or medicine can numb.”

“Alexius.” Leandra’s touch jolts me out of my own head, the roar of engines slicing through the noise of rain pissing down onto the Earth. Nicoli and Maximo both leap from their vehicles, but I’m too distracted by the memories, as if my brain’s sorting through all the puzzle pieces, trying to make it all fit.

“Micah. I’ve always wanted a son with the name Micah.”

Instantly the memories all slide together. “Nicoli!” I yell as my brother rushes up the stairs to the front door. “It’s Micah.”

Nicoli stops and turns to face me. “Yeah. What about it?”

“Don’t you remember? The night Mom and Dad returned from their trip, the night of the party, Dad said he’s always wanted a son named Micah. That it would make a good name for an heir.”

Nicoli frowns. “That can be a coincidence. Doesn’t mean it’s tied to this.”

“I know. But right now, it’s the only fucking breadcrumbs we have. Go replace Mom, make sure she’s safe.” I turn to Maximo. “We need to search the house. Every room, every corner, every goddamn fucking crack in the wall. Now.”

“There is no way he’d be able to get past security. Security is all over. It might as well be the fucking Whitehouse.”

“I don’t care. Just do it.”

Maximo and Nicoli rush into the house, and I grab Leandra’s hand. “Change of plans.”

“What?”

“I’m not taking you in there. Not if there’s a chance he could be in the house.”

“What about Mira? And where’s Caelian? Isaia?”

“Isaia is with Caelian. They’re safe. Right now, I have to get you safe.”

“And Mira? We have to replace her, Alexius. If she’s in danger, we have to do something.”

“And we will.” I grip her arms. “I promise I’ll replace her, but first, I need to take you to a safe place. Please. Just get back in the car. I know where to take you, where you’ll be safe.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “This is dangerous. I’m not leaving you.”

“Leandra, get in the motherfucking car!” I yank her arm and force her into the car. There’s no time to debate, no time to stand around and argue. If this psychopath has Mirabella, every damn second counts if we want half a chance at replaceing her alive.

I rev the engine, images of Melanie’s corpse bombarding my mind, praying to God we don’t replace Mirabella like that.

I put the car in reverse, swerve to the side, and speed back down the driveway, my heart beating like fucking crazy with a fresh surge of adrenaline every goddamn five seconds.

“Where are you taking me?”

“The mausoleum. It’s the safest place for you right now.”

“You’re taking me to the family graveyard?”

“It’s safe. That place is a fucking fortress. No one will get in there.”

“Okay, but why are you driving off the estate?”

“It’s quicker around the outside and to go through the back gates. I can’t exactly speed down a cobbled path now, can I?”

The faint sound of Leandra sniffing filters through the rush between my ears, and I glance at her staring worriedly out the window before taking her hand, squeezing it tight. “I’ll keep you and the baby safe. I promise.”

“Babies,” she whispers so softly, it’s almost inaudible.

“What did you say?”

Her gaze meets mine, swirls of amber glistening. “Babies. Twins.”

My breath hitches as I snap my gaze to her. “Twins?”

“The doctor seems to…” She stills, distracted, narrowing her eyes as she looks straight ahead. “Should the back gates be open?”

“Definitely not.” I park the car by the open gates, warning prickling the back of my skull. “Stay in the car.”

“Alexius.”

“Stay,” I order. “Call Maximo. Tell him to get his ass here now.”

I get out of the car, every bone in my body crawling with caution with each slow step I take. Blood rushes through my chest when I see the open door past the four gray columns of the mausoleum. Everything about this is wrong. The open gates. The open door. He’s here. I can feel it in the heavy air that thickens the closer I get.

Thunder claps, and there’s an angered echo of rumbling as rain pelts against my face like needles. Shielding my eyes with my hand, I look up, rain coming down in sheets, the wind whisking it into a frenzied storm. I’m drenched when I reach the mausoleum, my clothes sticking to my skin and hair clinging to my face.

I reach for my gun at my side, alert, and my every step is slow and calculated as I enter through the door. My heart stops when I see her, life draining from my chest.

“Mirabella.”