The Woman with the Ring (Costa Family #3) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Costa Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
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Yeah, he was a real prince, that one.

Luckily for me, he’d been busy the past week. Doing what, I had no idea. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was he wasn’t around pestering me, saying things he had no business saying to my body that hadn’t exactly gotten the memo that I decided to be right back to hating him.

Oh, and to add to the column of good things, the day he told me I was now a prisoner in a fancy jail, I’d also managed to get my period. I guess the rough sex had brought it on early. And thank God because I’d woken up still sick to my stomach that morning and all I could hear was my mom’s voice in my head as she said she knew it the next morning that she was pregnant with each of us because she was immediately nauseated in the mornings.

But, yeah, that was one crisis averted and over with. Though a part of me was wondering if maybe it wouldn’t have been good to actually be pregnant from that bathroom session because then it would be over with. Primo would have his heir. And I would never have to let him touch me again.

Plus, you know, I’d get to be a mom. Which was something I’d always wanted. Even if I did have to share the baby with Primo.

At least it would give my floundering life a little purpose now that I had no job and no family to fill my days.

Oh, well.

It was an opportunity lost, regardless.

Aunt Flo had come and gone, so there was no baby in my immediate future.

Which meant that I would have to sleep with Primo again in the future.

My stupid body thrilled at the idea, making me let out a whimper as I bumped my forehead against the wall beside the windows to the street.

Not only was I going stir crazy in the apartment, but I felt like a freaking wild animal in heat. I’d always figured I had an average enough sex drive. But all of a sudden, I literally couldn’t think about anything else.

I tried to convince myself it was because I had nothing else going on. I couldn’t fool myself completely, though. And the hard truth was, despite how I felt about him on a personal level, my stupid body craved Primo. Especially now that I’d gotten a taste of what he had to offer sexually.

“Ahem,” a voice said, making me jolt and turn.

Because it wasn’t one of Primo’s brothers.

No.

It was a female voice.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” she said, giving me a tight smile as I took in the woman standing in the living room.

She was pretty. Tall, lithe, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and wearing a long-sleeved button-up shirt and a skirt.

“I’m Cassidy,” she said, as if that meant something to me. At my blank look, she added, “The housekeeper.”

Oh.

Okay.

Yeah, I knew she showed up on occasion. But in the past, it always seemed to happen when I was out with Primo’s brothers.

Now that I was in lockdown for who knew how long, I guess I would run into her on occasion. Which felt really awkward. Who wanted to stand around while someone else cleaned their house?

“Oh, right,” I said, nodding, starting to smile before some other thoughts started to form.

Like what kind of housekeeper came to work in a skirt?

The kind that wanted to fuck your husband, that’s who.

I already knew from Primo himself that this Cassidy woman sucked him off whenever he wanted a release. Clearly, though, she wanted it to be more than just time on her knees.

He was a married man.

It didn’t matter that it was a sham of a marriage. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t a willing participant in it. What mattered was it was an undeniable fact that Primo was my husband. And this bitch still thought she would put any part of her body on his.

I didn’t like to think of women in derogatory terms.

And the vast majority of the time, if your man cheated, the woman he cheated with likely had no idea that you even existed. So you couldn’t even be angry with her.

Every once in a while, though, there was a case where the woman knew. And just didn’t care. Didn’t have enough respect not to put her hands on someone who belonged to someone else.

And that was, well, a bitch.

Because no one deserved to be cheated on.

Not even me with my bullshit marriage.

“Well,” I said, waving around as I went to grab my cup of coffee, “don’t let me get in your way. Oh, and the cabinets could use to be cleaned out and scrubbed.”

Was my tone set pretty firmly at Ice-Queen-Level? Yes. Yes, absolutely. Judging by the spark of anger I saw in her pretty blue eyes, she wasn’t happy about me being there. Or about me making demands on her. In my own goddamn house. Where she was supposed to be working. And not on her knees or her back.



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