My Addiction: Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Teaser

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Teaser

I was sitting in my bedroom, curling my hair. It was the morning of our baby shower. I was excited to get out of the house. Edward had been extra clingy lately. He was always nearby, touching me. I didn’t mind, to be honest. I was a little anxious with his sudden departure when I was in the hospital. The only time we were apart was when he had to attend to work meetings in the city. In the month since my back injury, he’d be gone for a couple of hours and returned as quickly as humanly possible. The house, however, was better protected than Fort Knox.

Something was up.

He wouldn’t tell me, wanting to focus his attention to our baby and on our relationship.

I wanted to press him, but I was more concerned about the tiny being that loved to use my bladder as a punching bag and my kidneys as target practice.

“Dolce,” came the honeyed voice of my husband. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just putting finishing touches on my hair, Mobward,” I snorted, shifting on the lustrous bench in our bedroom. “I’m almost done.”

He came into the bedroom. He was dressed impeccably in a dark charcoal suit and some sleek glasses. I bit my lip, watching my sexy husband glide toward me. I shifted on the bench. “You look perfect, cara,” he smiled, crooked and perfect.

“I feel like I look like an elephant,” I grumbled, putting my hand on growing belly. “Who thought that me wearing grey would be a smart idea?”

“Bella, you look gorgeous. And Lauren did a wonderful job in choosing your dress,” Edward smirked. He reached behind his back, putting a small yellow bag on the dressing table. “I wanted to get you something to wear for today’s shower.”

I gestured to my dress and ballet flats. “I’m dressed, Capo.”

“You’re missing accessories,” he chuckled, pushing the bag closer to me.

“What did you get me?” I whispered.

“Something sparkly,” he whispered back. I turned off the curling iron and picked up the bag. I pulled out two sleek ebony boxes. I opened the smaller of the two, gasping quietly. “I told you.”

“Edward … they’re beyond gorgeous,” I breathed. Nestled in a black satin pillow were a pair of canary yellow diamond earrings. They were radiant cut and glittered effortlessly under the lights of our bedroom. “I can’t …”

“You can, dolce,” he said, cupping my cheek. “What’s mine is yours and I want you to wear these. They coordinate with our baby nursery theme.”

I giggled anxiously, nodding dumbly as I noticed the earrings did match the grey and yellow color scheme we’d chosen for the baby’s nursery and play room. “Thank you, Edward. I don’t know what I did to warrant such an extravagant gift.”

“You deal with my bullshit,” he snorted. “And you’re pregnant with our baby, our son. I will spend the rest of my life lavishing you with tokens of my love.”

“I’d rather you just be there for us, Daddyward,” I said, blinking up to him, tears brimming in my eyes. “I can’t lose you like … I thought I was going to lose you before our wedding … I can’t … Edward …”

“I know, Bella,” he said, crouching down in front of me. “We’re taking every precaution, covering our bases.” He stared at me. His green eyes were searching mine. “I never want you to be as upset as you were when I was taken. And I promise to be a part of our children’s lives. I’m not going anywhere.”