Married to the Don, My Ex Won’t Stop Begging Chapter 05

Married to the Don, My Ex Won’t Stop Begging Chapter 05

us. 

I smirked. Matteo’s mouth never learned restraint. 

I stepped forward to greet him. 

A hand clamped down on my arm. Hard. 

The voice was raw. “Tina, you’re marrying him?” 

I shot Dante a look. The sarcasm wasn’t subtle. 

“Who else, Dante? You?” 

“Let go. Turn around. Your woman’s about to cry.” 

By the time I turned back, Matteo was already in front of 

Crazy, sure. But he bowed to my father with perfect. 

respect. 

Then his eyes landed on Dante. 

“Vincenzo. You’re here too.” 

His gaze dropped to my reddened arm. He pried Dante’s 

fingers off, one by one, until bone cracked. Then he tossed his 

hand aside with a grin. 

“Perfect timing. Please accept this wedding invitation.” 

“Next Monday. We expect you there to witness it in 

person.” 

Dante’s temper flared. He glared down at the invitation 

Matteo held out. 

“Wedding.” The word bled across the paper like a red 

flame. It scorched something deep in his chest. 

He didn’t take it. 

I was done watching them posture. 

I slid my arm through Matteo’s and followed my father into the private chamber. 

The wedding details weren’t complicated. 

Between my father, the head of house, and Matteo, 

everything was handled. I just sat there, answering a question 

here and there. 

Then something caught my ear. 

“Matteo, that mine you just took in North Africa. I want it. Add it to the registry.” 

A test. 

Matteo had been eyeing that mine for two years. He personally led the assault to take it. It mattered. 

My father’s expression flickered. He thought I’d 

overstepped. 

This marriage was built on mutual benefit. The face we were giving each other was already generous. Demanding core assets before the wedding made things ugly from the start. 

Matteo laughed. 

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he turned to me. “Tina, did you not read the registry? It’s already in there.” 

Marco flipped to the page and held it out. 

It was there. 

Matteo pulled two thin slips of paper from inside his 

jacket. Dark red stains soaked through. 

Blood. 

“Land transfer agreement.” 

“The old man was stubborn. Had ties to the Mediterranean crowd. Took some convincing before he’d sign. When you send your people to take over, I’ll install a new chief. Someone more cooperative.” 

“Forgive the mess.” 

I stared at him. Speechless. 

“Dad, I’m going to take Matteo outside.” 

My father nodded. He understood. I wanted a moment 

alone with him. 

air. 

koi. 

I sat by the pool and lit a cigarette. Smoke curled into the 

Matteo stood nearby, completely absorbed in feeding the 

I studied him. Couldn’t figure out his angle. 

“I read the full registry. Forget the mine. Just the rest of it tells me this isn’t a profitable deal for you.” 

“I’m not going to dance around it. What do you want?” 

“The Lower Manhattan docks? I’ll cut you in. Sixty–forty split. You take forty.” 

Matteo leaned against the pillar. That same lazy smile. 

“Tina, did you ever consider one possibility?” 

“That I actually love you?”