Rosalie's POV
Curled up on the couch with my phone in hand and the rose in the other, I told Evelyn about what happened last night.

I stared at the fireplace, the heat coming from the orange and yellow flames thawing out my frost bitten fingers and toes.

I probably shouldn't have been out in the cold without more layers, but it was early in the morning and I wasn't in the mood to throw on anymore clothes.

"You sure you don't want me to tell your brothers about what happened? I mean the man choked you."

"I'm not a little girl, Ev. I can handle a little choking."

She groaned. "Ew, you're starting to sound like Autumn."

An unwelcome image of my brother and Autumn together suddenly crosses my mind, resulting in me shaking my head incessantly in an attempt to erase the thought from my mind.

"Let's change the subject. I'd rather not think about my brothers partaking in sexual intercourse."

"Sexual intercourse?" Evelyn questioned with a laugh. "You sound like a virgin."

"That's because I am."

"Wait, you didn't consumate the wedding with Enzo last night?"

"Nope. And I'm not going to. I don't want my first time to be with a controlling jackass like him."

"You do know you're married right?"

"Yeah and?" I questioned, eyeing the black pearl still shining brightly on my ring finger. "We may be married on paper, but nothing about this relationship is marital. It's a business. And I don't mix business with pleasure."

"And Enzo's okay with this?"

"He and I have made it pretty clear to one another that we don't want anything to do with each other. Especially Enzo. He'd apparently rather fuck a cactus than to go anywhere near me."

"Damn, he sounds like my ex-husband."

I remember Cesare mentioning something about Evelyn being married once before. The relationship between them was pretty terrible after they had Rylee.

Which only aids in my reasoning as to why men and marriages are a complete waste of time.

I wouldn't be married right now if it wasn't for my father agreeing to pass me off to Enzo after just minutes of coming out of my mother's vagina. I'm starting to see why my brothers hated him. He only cares about himself.

"Rosalie."

I turned my head, Javier standing with a hand shoved in the pocket of his navy blue slacks. I told Evelyn that I had to go and hung up, before giving Javier my full attention.

"Enzo would like to speak with you in his office."

"Did he say what for?"

"Nope," Javier replied, popping the P as he walked away, a small smile playing on his lips.

Rolling my eyes, I set the rose down on the nightstand beside me and went off to find Lorenzo's office. I had to ask one of his men because I ended up getting lost, to in which he offered to escort me.

Thanking him, I knocked on the door. When Lorenzo's voice sounded through my ears, I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and closed it shut behind me.

"What do you want?"

He sighed, brushing an inked hand over his stubbled chin as if he was struggling to control the anger burning inside him.

I kept my focus on his hand. I hadn't noticed the black rose tattoo on his hand until now. The beautiful ink seemed to disappear under the sleeve of his black dress shirt, before reappearing on one side of his neck.

Taking a seat on the armchair he had positioned a few feet in front of his desk, I stared up at him, awaiting for the reason to why he summoned me.

He leaned against his desk, using his hands to keep himself propped up and steady. "I have a meeting with your brothers tonight. They say it's for business, but I know they just want to check up on you."

It's sweet of them to want to make sure I'm okay, but I'm a grown woman. Besides, it's only been a day. Aren't honeymoons supposed to be longer longer that?

"They are going to want to know whether or not we have consumated our marriage," he continued.

"That's too bad, because it's none of their business."

I could have sworn that I caught a glint of amusement in his eyes, but wasn't totally certain.

"Of course not, but the purpose of this marriage was not just to bring the Fierri's and Sinisi's together, but that you would bear me a child, particularly a boy."

And there it was.

The subject matter that continues to resurface no matter how hard I work to try and avoid this dreaded conversation. Marriage, sex, and babies.

"I've already told you that I'm not sleeping with you. And I'm especially not having children with you."

The idea of being a mother scares the absolute shit out of me. I'd be a terrible mother. I mean I was an assassin for crying out loud.

I don't think someone with a profession like that should be bringing something so innocent and precious into the world.

"You don't have much of a choice," he bit back. "We don't have much of a choice."

"See that's where you're wrong. I do have a choice, because this isn't the fifties anymore." I was becoming more and more pissed off. Everytime he opens his mouth so much shit falls out of it. "It's my body and my right. So fuck off!"

Lorenzo's eyes darkened, his fingernails digging into the wood of his desk. He pushed himself off the desk, his movements swift as he slammed his hands down on either side of me.

He pushed my thighs apart with his knee, unintentionally grazing my fabric covered sex. A moan slipped out, heat creeping onto my cheeks.

"You are mine, which means your body is also mine."

I was losing control of the situation. With Lorenzo so close and his knee currently rubbing the shit out of my pussy, I could barely think straight.

"I d-don't belong to... you," I struggled to get out, having to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from letting out another moan.

"Don't you think if I wanted to, I would've had you already? But I don't want you," he spat. "You're nothing but a place for me to plant my seed."

Exploding with rage, I grabbed his crotch and squeezed. Caught off guard, he grew stiff as a board, a strained groan spilling from his lips.

"If your dick goes anywhere near me..." I leaned in, my lips brushing up against his ear. "I will not hesitate to cut it off and shove it up your narrow, Italian ass."

Depsite the pained look in his eyes, he still managed to force out a smile befitting of a devil. "Your threats mean nothing to me. In fact, they turn me on."

Pushing him off me, I scoffed in disgust and stormed out of his office. Calling Marcellius, I pressed the phone to my ear, Lorenzo's men watching me intently, as if at any minute I would escape.

It's like Marcellius could sense my frustration from hundreds of miles away. "Roe? Is everything okay?"

"No. I need you to get me out of here before I stab him in his stone cold, black heart."

"What did he do?" His tone remained calm like a father reacting to a child throwing a temper tantrum.

"Nothing yet."

But the assassin in me is itching to take him out. I just can't decide if I want it to be quick, or a slow, tortuous death. Either method would bring me satisfaction really, because I'll no longer have to look at his stupid face or hear his annoying ass voice again.

"Well, I'm sorry but you're going to have to wait just a little longer."

"But I don't think I can take much more of this, Marcel. It's been almost two days and I already want to jump off a bridge."

"Patience, Roe. Patience. Don't allow him to get into your head. You're a Fierri, which means you will always have the upperhand."

"But-"

"What did I tell you to do in order to stay two steps ahead?"

"Fuck him before he fucks me."

"Buono(Good). Now take a deep breath. This will all be over soon."