MATEO’S POV~
She drives me insane!
That fucking red dress again!, and now she’s gone to God knows where with that sneaky son of a bitch.
If only I wasn’t confined to this fucking chair, I want his lying throat ripped out, I was furious inside.
Emasculated in my own house, who does she think she is, acting all high and mighty, walking around in that dress I want to rip off her body so badly.
I wheeled into the dining area, where I saw an agitated Melissa Shelby.
“Where have they gone to” I inquired before looking around, “the kitchen” she pointed almost immediately.
She tapped her feet continuously as she consumed an outrageous amount of wine.
Something was bothering her and I can guess what it was, I’m about to unleash hell if I see her doing what I think she is.
Somebody will join their maker today.
I picked up the knife lying on the dining table and wheeled myself towards the kitchen determined to stab that snug son of a bitch for daring to lay hands on my wife.
But he got lucky, the door opened and I heard them chattering as they came out, “Don Mateo” he started.
“I’m sure you must have been worried, my apologies. I should have extended an invitation to you as well, do join us at the table” he grinned.
Ariana said nothing, she touched his arm lightly and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder fondly before walking past me.
“Hands off the merchandise asshole, she is still my wife!” I growled.
“Apologies, but from what I gathered, this marriage shouldn’t have happened and you indeed have a fiance upstairs” he smiled again before walking away with Ariana to join Miss Shelby.
What is this? What has she told him? This marriage shouldn’t have happened, what the hell?
Who the hell does this asshole think he is, barging into my castle to lay terms as to why he should touch my wife.
He must pay for this insolence, I gestured to a guard to approach before whispering to him clear instructions to cut his balls off if he starts acting inappropriate around Ariana, who so clearly wants to be inappropriate as well.
I joined them at the table, the maid had set the main course and everyone was getting set to dig in.
Atlas helped Ariana to her chair, before kissing the back of her hand as she sat gracefully.
It infuriated me and I wanted to drown him in the bowl of punch at the center of the table, “thank you Mr. Shelby” she smiled.
Melisa was equally upset and she glared at my wife, but she maintained her composure.
“Well then let’s get straight to business shall we?” she started before pulling the atlas to sit beside her.
“Don Mateo, im a divorce lawyer, I’ll get you the best deals, in case you need my services in the future” he smiled before winking at Ariana who blushed.
I growled and clenched my fist under the table, I imagined myself snapping his neck and burying him in the yard, his corpse would be useful to the trees and they would be grateful.
“I had some time to look into your case Mrs. Donatelli” Melissa started as she emphasized the mrs in her sentence.
Ariana nodded before shooting Atlas a giggling look.
Melisa frowned but she continued, “For us to continue, I have to legally be your attorney, I had the pleasure of personally bringing the paperwork,” she smiled, a fake smile.
I could tell she wanted to rip my wife to shreds, she opened her briefcase and slid the papers over, Ariana picked them up and looked through them.
“Oh great! Can I get a pen” she exclaimed in a very light tone.
A voice I’d never heard before, a tone she had never used with me.
I reached for my shirt pocket to take out my pen, but this forward bastard beat me to it as he stretched out his pen to her.
She blushed again before taking it from him, “Before I sign this, will Atlas and I be a conflict of interest?” my deceitful wife started before raising the paper above her mouth to hide her blushes.
“I don’t understand” Melissa muttered before turning to Atlas who blew Ariana a kiss, “I mean since he is single, and I’m soon to be single, you wouldn’t mind would you? Being my lawyer and his ex-wife” she replied brazenly.
Melisa was stunned, she started to stutter in her reply.
“Um. I guess not, what we have is done, he made sure of that, so it’s not going to be a problem” she replied immediately, she tried to mask the hurt but I could hear it in her voice.
I saw Atlas give a small frown and I think I was starting to get it, this was a game.
“And who did you discuss your future single status with?” I asked turning to her, “well” she started before signing the papers.
“With Becky back, it’s only a matter of time before we get a divorce and go our separate ways, I do not see why I can’t have fun with other men since you so clearly have proven to me that I mean nothing to you, time and time again” she replied before handing the paper back to Melisa.
“By the way, I found out my dad is the one doing this, you’ve pissed the old man so much he wants you permanently erased, what the hell do you have on him, I need it! And don’t try to sell me on that memory crap” she continued before raising her glass to her lips.
“Lying snake,” she whispered.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, but he is your father, so I guess the cheating apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” I replied before turning away.
“Is this a joke!” she exclaimed, I had hit a nerve, she dropped her glass with a thud and hit my shoulder.
“Excuse me, are you forgetting the major details of your adoption, he is your father too, so don’t spin that shit on me, you are just like him!” she yelled before springing up in anger.
“You say whatever you want! Do whatever you want! Fuck whoever you want but I can’t do the same! You lie! And cheat! And act all fucking high and mighty! King of the fucking castle well look at you now!” she continued.
Our guests were shocked and they were seemingly uncomfortable, but I wasn’t.
I lived for this, I watched her go on and on short as a fuse.
“You are a selfish fucking asshole mateo! And you don’t own me, never have! Never will!”
I smiled as she paced the room, listing my shortcomings as a man and as a husband and why id think she would stay after all this crap is over.
All I could think about was putting a bullet in the lovely heads of our guests, ripping that red dress off her and shutting her up with my dick in her mouth.
Then turn her on the dinner table and fuck her ten ways from Sunday.
“Wait?” Atlas started, interrupting my very vivid imagination, his voice irritated my eardrum and I wanted to put an end to it.
Permanently.
He turned to his wife who looked just as shocked. Her voice croaked as she asked,
“You are married to your brother! I’m sorry but that’s going to be a problem”