Page 12 of A Monster's Obsession

“Sawyer, I don’t expect you to forgive me for leaving or pretend that you didn’t have a life before you had to marry me so freaking unexpectedly. I know you were single and probably living your best life. I mean I’m spontaneous, but this is insane.” It was like she was pleading with me to cheat on her. No, this situation wasn’t insane,Sashawas insane.

I inhaled deeply so that I wouldn’t lose my patience with my new wife. I’m not sure if she was pushing my buttons on purpose or if she was really that selfless. Whatever the case may be, Sasha Nash was about to get a reality check. I pulled her across the backseat so that I could get right in her face. The little surprised yelp she released from her mouth almost made me chuckle. But this was not the time for laughter, Sasha needed to understand who the fuck she was dealing with.

“Mrs. Nash, I’m going to say this shit real slow, so you can understand who the fuck I am to you. I. Am. Your. Motherfucking. Husband. I don’t need another woman becauseyouare my wife!” Sasha was bringing out more of my crazy than I wanted to show. However, each dismissive word toward our new relationship status has me losing my shit.

“But it’s been two years. We don’t even know each other anymore,” Sasha responded in a whisper.

“Then we will get to know one another. We are married now, and we will live as arealhusband and wife. We’re not pretending like we’re strangers, and we’re not going on like it’s business as usual. I get that you don’t want to tell your parents right now so they can go on vacation without worry and that’s fine. But I’m not hiding our relationship because I don’t have to hide shit. Am I clear?” I was so close to her; our noses were almost touching. My large hand gripped her chin so she couldn’t turn away from my penetrating gaze.

Sasha glared at me with contempt marring her beautiful face, and her hands were balled into tiny fists. However, her smooth dark skin was covered in goosebumps as her chest heaved up and down. I wasn’t sure if my new wife wanted to fuck me or punch me.Maybe both.

Chapter 7

SASHA

Ididn’t know if I wanted to punch Sawyer for manhandling me or jump his bones. His rough ways were something that always turned me on. I liked his no nonsense attitude and just taking whatever he wanted without giving two fucks about what anyone else thought.

But this situation was straight up crazy. I didn’t want to keep dwelling on the fact that I had to leave him especially now that I’d told him the reason. He was a lot more accepting than I ever thought he would be, and although he revealed his mob ties, I was still afraid for him.

I always sensed that Sawyer had a side to him that he didn’t show me, and it turns out, he was indeed a monster. But I didn’t realize he was in the mob. And not just a member but the damn leader.Oh shit! I’ma mob wife!!

I knew I couldn’t stall any longer, and the back seat of the SUV was suddenly feeling cramped with all the sexual tension permeating the air. We finally exited the vehicle and I took a deep breath. I had to gain my composure to enter my new life.

“Wow! This is where you live?” My mouth hung open in awe. The house was a spectacular sight. The modern, three-story, gray and white stone front made an impressive first impression. The balcony and elaborate archway over the front door made the entrance one of a kind.

“No, Sweetheart. This is wherewelive.” Sawyer kissed my forehead before sliding his hand into mine. The sight of the house made me momentarily forget that I was thinking about punching my new husband. After Sawyer’s little declaration I didn’t want to lose my cool so I stayed silent thinking about all the mistakes I’d made to lead me here. So I focused on the beauty of the house instead.

“This place is huge! My goodness, I mean I knew the whole Mafioso thing paid well. I watchedGoodfellasandCasino, Robert de Nirois one of my favorites, but damn I didn’t think ya’ll really lived like this.” I knew I was rambling, but this entire situation was crazy. I’m naturally a talker with a bubbly personality, so sometimes when I’m excited I talk… a lot.

“I’m not a Mafioso.” Sawyer chuckled, and I frowned in confusion.

“You said you were aDon, and that your family is the mob, right?” I questioned still taking in the massive foyer. My eyes are wide as I swung my head from left to right in awe.

“I’m not a Don yet, but my family are Irish mob, not Italian. So I amnota Mafioso.” Sawyer explained in a calm tone. I’m glad he was answering my questions instead of treating me like I was an idiot. I was still pissed that he’d asked me if I was dumb.The asshole.But I didn’t want to argue and I still had more questions so I let that one slide, for now.

“Oh. Yeah, I can understand that. My bad. I didn’t mean to stereotype you or anything. I guess you already know I don’t know much about the mob.” I grimaced. Sawyer could be a dick, but I didn’t want to offend him. Just because he was an asshole didn’t mean I had to be one as well. It wasn’t in my nature to be mean to anyone anyway.

“Don’t worry about it. Let me introduce you to our house staff, and then I’ll give you a tour of the house.” I nodded my head feeling nervous all of a sudden. This was uncharted territory for us. In New York, we lived in a bubble. We basically spent all of our time in bed in my studio apartment. Now, we are sharing a life and apparently he had a staff. I really needed to know more about my husband.

Sawyer led me into the kitchen where a short rotund woman with blond hair with silver streaks was making lunch. Her hazel eyes danced with mischief when she looked at Sawyer. I instantly liked her before she had even said one word.

“Marla. This is my wife Sasha.” I had to school my face because hearing Sawyer introduce me as his wife was shocking.

“Oh, my! Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” I laughed at her because at five-three I was taller than she was, “How in the world did you get mixed up with a rascal like this?” Marla’s toothy grin had me giving her a genuine smile in return. Her presence helped to relax me.

“So, you just run off and get married and then come in here and act like I won’t whip your behind for not telling me about a new woman in your life.” Marla looked at Sawyer with an arched brow. Her pale face was flushed red from preparing lunch and her hazel eyes were dancing with excitement as she teased a smiling Sawyer. It was fascinating to watch their interaction. I could easily see the love between the two of them

“Come on, Marla. You know you’re the only girl for me.” Sawyer kissed her hand and gave her a charming smile. She slapped his chest playfully before pushing him aside to look at me.

Before I knew what was happening, Marla swept me up into a hug. I giggled at her motherly affection because I wasn’t used to such loving behavior from strangers on Founder’s. I knew with that act alone; she wasn’t from here.

“Hi, Mrs. Marla. I’m Sasha.” I hugged her back smiling.

“Oh, stop with that Mrs. It’s just Marla.” She replied as she held me at arm’s length.

“It’s nice to meet you, Marla.”

“Sasha honey, it’s nice to meet you too. Welcome home.”