Rosalie's POV (Two weeks later)
"What do you think, Mr. Sinisi?" The realtor asked, trying to shove her cleavage in my husband's face.

I rolled my eyes. This was highly unprofessional of her. She didn't even try to hide the fact that she was frequently eye fucking him, or commenting in a way that implied sex. And it really pissed me off that she felt the need to touch him every five seconds.

Lorenzo and I were looking at a house to raise a family. And while I wasn't pregnant, we both decided it would be best for us step down from the Mafia, which we passed down to Javier, and give normal life a shot.

I was surprised when Lorenzo told me he no longer wanted to take any part in the Mafia. He was so hellbent on fulfilling his father's dying wish that I didn't think he'd ever change his mind.

But he did. And he realized that it's what his mother would have wanted him to do. He's been living in his father's shadow unable to think for himself for so long.

And now that he's free, his want to live a normal life was the decision that he chose for not only for himself, but us and for our future family.

He nodded in approval. "It's nice. What do you think, sweetheart?" I opened my mouth to speak, but then his phone rang. "Excuse me." He smiled at me, before going outside to take his call.

"You are a very lucky woman, Rosalie."

"I know. And it's Mrs. Fierri-Sinisi to you."

She frowned, noticing the venom in my tone. "Did I do something to upset you?"

Annoyed, I chose to be classy but direct. "I need you to stop flirting with my husband please and thank you."

"Oh I wouldn't dare." She placed an open palm on her chest, shaking her head in disbelief.

The bitch was a terrible liar.

I rolled my eyes. I'm trying to be nice and keep my past in the past, so Lorenzo and I can start aknew. But this bitch is really testing me.

Lorenzo returned and snaked his arm around my waist, kissing my temple. "So? What do you think?"

"I like it. I could see us raising a family here."

"I can too."

I didn't suddenly have a change of heart overnight. I've actually been thinking about having kids for a while now. My adorable nieces and nephews played a big role in my want to have kids.

We don't plan on having children anytime soon, which I'm grateful for, because it will give me little time to really process this new decision.

"Can we take a look outside?" I asked the realtor, who's name I didn't care to learn.

She completely ignored me, her attention only on my husband. I was about to cuss her out in Italian, but then Lorenzo spoke up.

"My wife is speaking to you."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have zoned out."

Yeah, looking at my husband's dick.

I smiled through my teeth, trying to keep from uppercutting her bland ass. "Can we please take a look outside?"

"Sure," she replied all chipper like, turning around to walk out to the backyard.

"I'm going to cut the bitch in a second, Enzo," I whispered angrily.

"Behave yourself. We're trying to start fresh remember?"

"I'm trying," I retorted.

"Well try harder."

We followed the realtor outside to the backyard where a beautiful furnished patio and pool/jacuzzi gave us a perfect view of the city.

"Beautiful, right sir?"

"Indeed."

"It's perfect for baby-making." She bit her lip as she said this, eyeing Lorenzo up and down.

Although he paid her no mind, unbothered by her sexual advances towards him, I was boiling on the inside.

"I think it's perfect," he commented, staring out into the distance.

Walking back into the house, we gathered around the Island. She pushed a pen with the company's logo in front of him.

"If you don't like it, then we can always check out a few more," he offered, noticing I haven't said a word.

"No, I love it."

"It looks like we have a deal then, Amy." Lorenzo signed both documents in front of him, to in which Amy clasped her hands together.

"Oh I'm so glad! This calls for some wine." She of course was all dramatic grabbing the wine, her hips switching in an attempt to shake her flat ass.

She popped off the cork, pouring herself a glass as well as one for Lorenzo. I held up my glass, which I'm sure she noticed, but instead chose to completely ignore me as she set the bottle down on the counter.

I didn't even want it anymore. I was just ready to get her thirsty ass away from my husband.

I manged to keep my composure, until she started laughing like a maniac and squeezing his bicep. "You're so funny, Enzo."

I grabbed my gun from the waistband of my tailored white suit and slammed it down on the counter in front of her.

She gasped, quick to snatch her hand away as she looked to Lorenzo for help. Her terrified blue eyes flickered to me when she realized she was on her own.

"Touch him again. I dare you," I enunciated each and every word slowly, making sure she heard me loud and clear.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Fierri-Sinisi. I won't do it again."

"I know you won't. Because the next time you even look his way, you're dead," I threatened.

She shook furiously, reaching into her purse and grabbing the keys for the house. Once she set them down, she made an escape to the exit, got in her car, and drove off.

"What happened to our fresh start?" He asked, a grin playing on his lips.

"Si cazza(Fuck that)."

He lifted me up onto the counter, fondling my breast through the corset I had underneath my suit. "How about you fuck me instead?" He rasped.

I giggled, his kisses tickling my neck. "We can't, Enzo." I pushed back on his chest with the palm of my hands.

"And why not? This is our house."

"Because this counter is for eating," I argued, whimpering at his touch.

He dropped down to his knees, spreading my legs open so he could unbutton my pants and pull them down at my ankles.

"I know." He looked up at me, a michevious smirk written all over his face.

I knew exactly what that look meant. "Don't you even dare," I said, my cheeks red and my thighs damp with arousal.

"What? You said it was for eating. So eating is exactly what I'm going to be doing."