Page 13 of Capone (Sinful Warriors MC #6)

Chapter Ten

GIOVANNA

T he past few days had been a blur. I’d been locked in my hotel room ever since Derek’s skeletons were revealed to me. I would have never guessed Derek’s betrayal had gone as far as it did.

Don’t get me wrong, I knew he had to have been up to something.

I wasn’t stupid. There was no way he was working as much as he claimed.

But with no proof of any wrongdoings, I overlooked a lot of red flags.

Part of me truly wanted my marriage to work.

Then there was the part I’d been forced to face over the past few days.

As much as I wanted my marriage to work, I also hadn’t wanted to prove my father right. He told me I was making a huge mistake marrying Derek, and that I would ultimately walk away with a broken heart. I wanted to prove that what Derek and I had was real.

Over time, I realized I was still allowing my father to still be in control in some way. I stayed in a marriage I was unhappy in all to prove a point. And for what?

Derek clearly didn’t love me. He couldn’t have.

To not only have an affair for our entire relationship, but to bring our child around his mistress was the ultimate betrayal.

Here I was at home, begging and pleading for him to love me. Just for him to walk out of our home and rest his head next to another woman, and with my daughter!

If I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I found out his entire family knew about the affair and his mother set it up.

Before I left the clubhouse, I asked Cara if it was okay if I took his secret phone with me.

Cara and Sara had already gotten everything they needed from it, so they no longer had any use for it.

They tried talking me out of taking the phone.

Apparently, there were things in there that they had seen but didn’t mention.

They didn’t want to see me hurt any more than I already was.

Little did they know, I had become numb to the pain. I had been through so much over the last couple of years.

As I went through the phone, any bit of love I had for him was dismantled by each text and email I read.

This was more than an affair. Regardless of what Danny tried to tell me, the proof was in the messages.

I truly didn’t even know the man I married.

His texts with Danny were the most hurtful.

He would vent and talk to Danny about his true feelings.

According to his messages I was the virgin that he just had to have.

Things with me were never meant to go as far as they did, but once I got pregnant, he decided to do the right thing and marry me.

My heart ripped in two, reading how he truly felt about me.

He claimed that while he loved me, he just wasn’t in love with me.

Derek even went as far as to talk about our sex life with Danny.

He felt like sexually we weren’t aligned because I wanted to explore certain things in the bedroom that he found unattractive.

That one would have made me laugh if I wasn’t reeling from all my mixed emotions.

All Derek wanted to do was missionary with the lights off.

I never really got any pleasure in the bedroom.

Derek would last all of five minutes before rolling off me and going to bed.

When I suggested I get on top, he looked at me like I was a streetwalker.

I tried explaining things without bruising his ego, but he didn’t care. All he heard was I wasn’t satisfied. I guess the virgin couldn’t have opinions. After a while of trying to convince him, I let things go. I had to resort to masturbating while having a husband.

My phone began to ring, breaking my thoughts of the past. Picking up my phone, I glanced down and Derek’s mother Whitney’s name flashes across the screen. I pressed the red button sending her to voicemail like I had for the past few days.

I didn’t think she knew I found out everything. All her voicemails were the same. One second, she would ask had I heard anything about Gabrielle’s case and the next, she was making backhanded comments about me being selfish and only worrying about myself.

For the life of me, I couldn’t understand how someone could have so much gall. She wanted to call me selfish but didn’t realize she had started of all this. Now, while I placed all the blame on Derek because he was the one who took my hand in marriage, I also placed a little blame on Whitney.

She was so unhappy with me being a part of her son’s life that she presented him with a mistress.

As far as I was concerned, I didn’t want anything to do with that family. They were truly the definition of a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Someone knocked on my hotel door, and I didn’t even lift my head from the pillow.

Whoever it was wasn’t giving up. Their knocks became more persistent.

Once I realized whoever it was wasn’t going away, I got up and walked over to the door.

Looking out the peephole, I saw Capone standing there.

He was staring right into the peephole as if he knew I was there.

“Open the door, Sugar. I’m not leaving until I lay my eyes on you.”

Well, I guess he did know I was there.

I opened the door and had to shield my eyes from the sudden bright lights. The only light in my room came from the television I had on.

As soon as Capone stepped into the room, he flipped the light switch. When his eyes landed on me, they filled with concern. I knew I looked like a mess. The only thing I had done for the past few days was shower and throw on pajamas. I knew the bun in my head had to look like a nest.

I didn’t want him to see me this way.

Capone placed a bag I didn’t notice he was carrying on the table. He turned to me and didn’t say a word. He just pulled me into his arms and held me tight. Having him wrapped around me caused the dam to break. I had been holding in my tears over the past few days.

I felt like I was weak if I shredded a single tear because of Derek.

“It's okay, Sugar. Let it out.”

And just like that, my silent cries turned into sobs.

Since my twenty-first birthday, it’s been one betrayal after the next. I’d had to be so strong up until this point. I didn’t have any more strength left. I felt like I had been beaten into submission.

I didn’t know how much time had passed before I was able to calm down, but once I did, Capone took a seat at the desk in my hotel room and pulled me into his lap. He began pulling out containers of food and popping them open.

At the smell of the food, my stomach growled rather loudly. I hadn’t really been eating either. Capone’s lips quirked into a smile, causing me to blush in embarrassment. I covered my face with my hands, trying to hide my red cheeks.

Capone pulled my hands down. “No need to be embarrassed, baby.” Once he finished opening all the containers, I looked over the feast he had brought me.

Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, cabbage, and a few dinner rolls were in the containers I licked my lips in anticipation. I made a move to grab the fork, but he stopped me.

“You just sit here and let me take care of you, okay?”

My mouth parted but no words came out, so I just gave him a nod. Capone fed me like a baby. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t eating up the attention. If felt good to be catered to. I hadn’t felt cared for in a long time.

Capone fed me in silence. One hand rubbed my back while he fed me with the other. It was way more intense and intimate than I thought it would. Once I finished my meal, he wiped my face and instructed me to grab another pair of pajamas.

I did as I was told as he went into the bathroom. I heard water running shortly after. When I walked into the bathroom, he was pouring a glass of wine and setting it on the counter. I looked over to the tub and saw the bubbles and candles along the edge of the tub. He had also dimmed the lights.

“I want you to hop in this tub and relax, Giovanna. Not think about the case, not focus on Derek or Asha. Just relax as best as you can. When you’re done, I’ll be waiting for you.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and walked out. I was speechless. I didn’t know men like Capone still existed.

As I sank into the tub, my body felt like it had melted. I closed my eyes and lay back. Occasionally, I sipped my wine, and before I knew it, I was about to fall asleep. I decided it was time for me to get out.

After I was dressed, I went back into the room and found Capone lying on my bed in a white wife-beater and basketball shorts. My tongue went dry seeing his bulging biceps covered in tattoos.

God, why did you have to make this man so sexy?

“Like what you see, Sugar?” he asked teasingly.

I quickly turned away. I grabbed my face wash and returned to the bathroom. I could hear Capone chuckle as I walked away. After completing my nightly routine, I went and joined him on the bed.

“What made you come here?”

“Is that a trick question? You’re here. So why wouldn’t I?” He pulled me into his lap again, holding me tight.

“I’ve been here for days though.” I didn’t want to sound like I was missing him, but truthfully, I was. Thinking of Gabrielle and Capone were the only bright spots in my day.

“I missed you too, Sugar.” He grinned widely, causing me to smile back at him. “Honestly, I wanted to give you a little space to process everything that happened.”

I nodded because I did need some time to myself. “I understand and thank you. While I knew there were things Derek was probably hiding from me, I didn’t think it would be to this magnitude.”

“Babe, I don’t think anyone would have thought of any of this. But at least the girls have their suspect and now it's all about finding Asha.”

“They still haven’t gotten any leads about where she disappeared to?”

As much as I had been moping around this room, I made sure to check in with the girls every day to see if there were any updates. So far, there had been none.

“No, but they’re working day in and day out to find her. But I also wanted to run something else by you.”

My heart dropped into my stomach. I didn’t want any more bad news. Capone gripped my chin, bringing my gaze back to his.

“Calm down, Sugar. It isn’t anything bad.” I nodded and relaxed against him. “I have to go out of town for a job for a couple of days.”

I stiffened immediately. That was bad news to me. After being away from him for the past couple of days and finally having him around again, I didn’t want to go back to him not being here. As much as I tried to deny it, I was slowly falling for him.

“It’s only for a few days, and I’ll be in touch with you the entire time. But do me a favor, Sugar.”

“Y-yeah?” I hesitated.

“Don’t lock up in this room while I’m gone.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“Good. Now let’s get some rest. I have an early flight.”

Capone placed me on the bed, spooning me from behind.

I lay there relishing being in his arms and wondered when I would be in them again.

Before I dozed off, I made a silent prayer that Gabrielle was okay and would return to me soon.

While the distraction Capone offered tonight was much appreciated, nothing would be right until I had my daughter back.