The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

I was puzzled.

Stupefied, even.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

I sat in the egg chair for a while, trying to collect my thoughts and also trying to wrap my head around the fact that someone just waltzed into my house like she owned the damn place. With the speed of light I could barely comprehend, I jolted upright and grabbed my phone, marching into the house. Pushing the door open, I walked in to see relief washing over Alberta’s face, causing me to furrow my brows.

“Mrs. Gray, you are here.” She took in some air, and for some weird reason I couldn’t decipher, I gave Alberta a mental pat for addressing me the way she did. It just sounded right because of the lady in red who struck me as an imminent threat. On cue, she whirled around and took off her shades.

Nothing could have prepared me for the monolid set of deep hazel eyes that clashed with mine. I let out a soft gasp at the sight of the siren-like lady who stood a few feet away from me, utterly short of words.

Her eyes…

They had to be her most beautiful asset.

They were sharp, striking with pools of emotions scattered across them. The contrast of dark brown and green has never seemed more beautiful. She had the most alluring eyes. They were bright, sultry, and intense. I have seen my fair share of people with hazel eyes, but hers struck me the most. However, I didn’t miss the disgust that flashed through her eyes, darkening them.

Oh, okay.

Two can play this game.

My lips twitched and I strutted forward, stretching forth my hand that was adorned by my wedding ring with a conceited smile on my face.

“Ashley Evaline Gray. Jaxon’s wife and who are you?” My eyes did a lazy sweep on her tall frame and I couldn’t help the smirk that was starting to form on my face. She looked disturbed. Very disturbed and as much as I was trying to tame the anger that was starting to brew within me. I couldn’t have been more pleased that I got to her. I guess all the years of being best friends with an actual bad bitch finally rubbed off on me.

“Allegra Carson-Moretti,” She said curtly, her contempt-filled eyes settling on my ring finger. I watched anger flicker in those hazel orbs and I suppressed the urge to giggle in her face. I couldn’t help but notice the slight Italian accent that her words were coated in. Her last name and her looks had me crossing out the only option I had in my head.

She wasn’t part of the Gray family. Who the hell was she?

“Now, can we skip to the part where I ask you what the fuck you are doing in my house?” I grimaced and she stared at me unflinchingly, even though she came off as intimidating, I stood my ground and put up an unfazed look. I wasn’t going to allow this bitch to walk into my house and try to come off as a domineering Alpha female.

“Bitch,” She murmured under her breath and I scoffed.

“Oh, I am about to show you what a bitch acts like if you don’t tell me what the hell you are doing here!” I growled at her, taking a step forward. I was going to rip every strand of her hair out of her fucking scalp if she didn’t give me an answer!

The front door was pushed open and the sight of Duncan’s sandy blonde hair had relief washing over me as he stepped aside and the tall frame of Arden sauntered into the living room. He stopped short, taking in the scene in front of me, and I stood there, watching his already sour mood take a much more drastic turn when the coldness in his eyes gained a much heftier footing.

There was something dark in his eyes.

Akin to rage and what else I couldn’t decipher.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Allegra?” His words came out in a growl that had me flinching where I stood. The dark-haired bitch’s features grew tense but she was so quick to conceal it, walking away from me and heading over to where Arden stood. The ties that were holding my last self-control in place snapped in two and in the blink of an eye, I strode to where Duncan was and yanked the Glock that was tucked securely in his waistband, pointing it in her face.

“Get the fuck out of my house, now!” I yelled at her, fury flashing in my eyes. Her eyes widened and she took a step backwards.

“Jaxon! She’s pointing a gun at me!” She screeched. I heaved a breath, sparing Arden a cursory glance. He had an unreadable expression plastered on his face, taking a step backwards as Allegra tried to cling to him. The act only riled me up, even more. I hated it! She should get her fucking hands off him!

“BITCH! NOW!”

“Jaxon! Do something!” She cried.

“Or I can promise you, you won’t walk out of this house with your head still in place! Leave! Now!” I thundered, my eyes growing hard.

“Get your fucking hands off my man and get the hell out of my house!” I bellowed, striding forward. She yelped and nearly tripped before she dashed out of the house, shutting the door with a bang.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, trying to take a deep breath to calm myself, but it wasn’t working and I was beginning to tear up. I cussed, mumbling profanities under my breath, and without sparing so much as a glance in his direction, I stormed upstairs.