They Shaved My Head on My Wedding Night, and My Donna Mother-in-Law Went on a Rampage Chapter 04

They Shaved My Head on My Wedding Night, and My Donna Mother-in-Law Went on a Rampage Chapter 04

Something inside me snapped, taking the last of my self-control with it.

I lunged for Beatrice’s phone.

Matteo immediately wrapped both arms around my waist. He knew how dangerous I could be when I lost my temper.

Beatrice screamed and stumbled backward.

Ginevra rushed between us.

“What are you doing, Alessia? Don’t hit her!”

She shouted while shoving at me in the confusion. A second later, she toppled backward onto the sofa.

Matteo’s expression hardened.

“Alessia, stop acting insane!”

Matteo injected me with the emergency sedative.

Within moments, my strength drained away, leaving me limp against him.

I had always kept a tight rein on my temper because I knew how much damage I could do when I lost control.

Early in our relationship, I’d told Matteo that if I ever became truly uncontrollable, he had my permission to use the emergency sedative.

He’d promised to cherish me and protect me.

In all the years we’d been together, he’d never once used the permission I’d given him.

Until today.

For Ginevra.

A tear clung to the corner of my eye. Matteo’s hand shook as he wiped it away.

“Alessia, I didn’t…”

I stopped listening.

I pulled my phone from my bag.

My father was in a closed-door national security briefing in Washington, which meant I couldn’t reach him.

For the moment, I couldn’t think of anyone with enough influence to make Matteo and Ginevra back down.

Then my finger stopped over one name.

Serafina.

My mother-in-law. The most feared Donna in the underworld. Even Don Ettore deferred to her.

She was the uncrowned ruler of the Vitale family.

The truth was, I was terrified of her.

I was afraid she would explode when she heard what had happened, lose control, and turn an already disastrous situation into something even worse.

But at that moment, there was no one else I could call.

When the call connected, a low, raspy voice came through the phone.

“Alessia?”

She sounded as if she’d just woken up.

“Why are you still awake? You need your beauty sleep if you’re going to be a beautiful bride tomorrow.”

I opened my mouth, but only one word came out.

“Donna.”

Then the tears began to fall.

The other end of the line went silent for two seconds. When Serafina spoke again, her words came much faster.

“Where are you?”

“At the hotel.”

“Is Matteo there?”

I looked at the man standing beside Ginevra.

“Yes.”

Serafina’s voice turned colder.

“Did he hurt you?”

My throat closed.

When Ginevra realized who I was calling, she deliberately raised her voice.

“Is Aunt Serafina coming to see the bald bride too? Tell her to hurry.”

“I think Alessia looks adorable like this. Her scalp is unbelievably smooth. It’s not like touching it will hurt her.”

My grip tightened around the phone.

There was no response from the other end.

Serafina had hung up.

A little over ten minutes later, the hard, rapid click of high heels echoed down the marble hallway.

Matteo jerked toward the door, terror crossing his face.

The next second, someone kicked the suite door open, sending it crashing into the wall.

Serafina stood in the doorway.

She wore a black coat over a dark red silk robe. Her hair was tousled and her lips were pale, but her eyes were cold enough to freeze the room.

Don Ettore stood behind her with two imposing Vitale soldiers and the hotel’s general manager.

Everyone in the suite froze.

Ginevra stepped forward with a sweet smile.

“Aunt Serafina, what are you doing here so late?”

Serafina didn’t even look at her.

Her gaze settled on my head.

She crossed the room and reached for me, only to stop her hand inches from my scalp.

“Does it hurt?”

The tears I’d held back all night finally broke free.

“Yes.”

Annoyed at being ignored, Ginevra crowded in with the bridesmaids and reached for my bare head again.

“Aunt Serafina, isn’t Alessia’s new hairstyle cute? Come feel it for yourself…”

Serafina closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, there was murder in her gaze.

She turned slowly and fixed her eyes on Ginevra.

Then she delivered a vicious slap across Ginevra’s face.