Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 110: Smart Guy

Chapter 110: Smart Guy

As she asked that, she realized one other thing.

Her recent encounter with the FBI.

If the FBI found her useful, she might get some protection. She had a feeling that Tony wanted her to meet with the FBI not only to spy on his behalf but also to allow them to use her.

Her sister’s death made a big splash in all circles. Even common people sympathized with the loss of her life. Tony is keeping her sister’s death in the papers and now the police department and the FBI look irresponsible in the best light and outright incompetent in the worst. Even if Putrid Harley wants her dead, he cannot make another attempt on her life now. It would make the people turn against them. They wouldn’t want that.

Tony knows all that. They have a short interval where they can use the FBI for their benefit.

Wow! He is so smart!

"What are you smiling about?" he asked.

Marcella told him her thoughts. "What are you going to do to make the FBI want me?" she asked.

Tony hugged her. "I married a smart one, didn’t I?" he kissed her.

Jumping on top of her, his kisses intensified.

"Stop!" Marcella pushed him back. "You didn’t answer me."

"It’s obvious, isn’t it? He’s going to try and recruit you, and so will the FBI. Your father’s name still holds power in half of the city, darling... It’s too much power for anyone to ignore."

"You expected me to send that message through Hemmingway?" She asked.

She thought the meeting in the restaurant that day was accidental. But is it Tony’s plan too?

"I was trying to get into your pants that night. I wasn’t planning on anything else," Tony pinned her hands over her head and kissed her with ferocity.

Marcella moaned unable to handle his hunger. It made her hungry too.

"You fought for me that day, Birdie..." he looked into her eyes. "You told him that you trusted me to protect you. And that’s what I shall do..." he kissed her neck. "...among other things..."

His hand slipped between her legs.

Marcella gripped his shoulders as his finger slipped inside her. One finger slipped in easily and he slipped another finger too. As he moved, her toes curled.

"Tony..." she moaned as she reached a peak. Her thighs trembled as he pulled out his fingers.

"You are adorable..." he kissed her forehead.

"And now..." he slid himself in.

"Yours is so perfect, Tony... That curve..." she bit his earlobe as he reached deep inside her.

There was something that the curve in his erect manhood did that she couldn’t understand. She must have focused more on science classes, probably. Maybe they don’t teach this in science classes. Or maybe they should.

That curve by his tip reached somewhere inside her and provoked something inside that drove her insane when he got inside her. Their first time wasn’t that pleasurable for her although she thought it was the best at that time. She enjoyed it but the subsequent times...

Oh, it is getting better and better.

She bit his shoulder. Otherwise, she’d scream her throat out and their neighbors might call the cops thinking she was getting killed. She wanted to scream for her life as he moved inside her. She literally saw heaven.

When he got down, her thighs were trembling. She stopped him from touching her there. She didn’t think she could handle more provocation. Her chest was heaving and she was slick with perspiration. She didn’t even bother to move or cover herself.

Tony lay by her side and supporting his head on his elbow, he took a good look at her. The dim light through the window truly enhanced her beauty at night.

He placed his hand over her neck and slowly grazed over her chest.

Just as his hand reached for her breasts, she held his hand. "No more... I can’t take you anymore, Tony..."

"Then lie still, wife... let me touch you..." He kissed her cheek.

"No," she protested. "If you touch me, I’ll crave you..."

Tony leaned to her ear. "Crave me, Birdie... Beg for me..."

"My mind wills, Tony. But my body is weak," she whispered.

As his fingers gently traced her peaks, she moaned as a wave of shock hit her. He leaned and kissed her as his fingers rested on her abdomen. "Should I let you sleep?"

"Yes, please..." she hissed.

He rubbed her abdomen and his fingers gently caressed the scars on her abdomen. He kissed her lips. "I love you, Marcella. I love you so so much..."

I won’t lose you for anything.

"I know..." Marcella said meekly.

The warmth from his palm spread to her skin and she closed her eyes as she felt safe. Before she knew it, she fell asleep.

Tony hugged her and covered her with the duvet. He ended up falling asleep with a smile on his face. Just as he was about to reach deep sleep, he heard the cry of the baby.

He jumped down from the bed and got the baby. He sounded hungry and he brought him to the living room. Only then he noticed that the dinner was out there untouched. He cooked for them that night and he didn’t have the patience to let her eat.

He smiled.

After feeding the baby, he burped him. The baby looked tired. He has learned to sleep the entire night. He doesn’t wake up much these days. Holding him in his arms, he stared at him.

"You’ll grow up to be a handsome man, Joey," he said. "Would you want to be our son?" he asked.

The baby looked at him and beating his limbs, he smiled showing his toothless mouth.

"You want to?" Tony kissed the forehead of the baby. "I’ll protect you too, Joey. You are named after Don DeAngelo. He’s your grandfather. I’ll tell you all about him once you are older, all right?"

He doesn’t have to bear the Romano name. The one who birthed him does not have the quality to have his name continued. The Romano name must not continue.

It was silly of him to think that way. This baby has the Romano blood as much as he has the DeAngelo blood. But he must follow the better man. He need not know that he is related to the man who killed his parents.

Tony sat and talked to the baby for some time. The baby fell asleep. Putting him in the crib, Tony joined Marcella in the bed. Hugging her back, he fell asleep.

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The next day Marcella went to work. She returned a little earlier that day as she didn’t have much to do. Her mind was filled with various thoughts. Mostly she wondered what she should do to protect Tony from the FBI’s investigation. Because of spousal privilege, she won’t be asked to testify against him under oath. But they would already know that and they will have other plans.

She noticed a couple of men following her. The clean-cut hair and the well-trained body were not the trademarks of most private detectives. Gangsters wouldn’t have such professional attire. They should be the FBI.

She wondered if Mclaughlin knew that she was getting tailed by the FBI. He would postpone the meeting or cancel it if he knew it. He wouldn’t mess with the federales.

Marcella remembered that there was leftover dinner from last night. She didn’t buy any groceries. Rosy was not in a hurry to leave and so she took a relaxing bath.

When she came out, Rosy was sitting on the couch flipping through some books. Those books didn’t look like any magazines but more like textbooks. She took a quick peak and realized that those were books about journalism.

"You’re interested in journalism, Rosy?" she asked.

Rosy always seemed aloof with no serious likes or dislikes. This was the first time, Marcella saw Rosy do deeply engrossed in something. It made her curious.

"I am obsessed with it!" Rosy’s face lit up and Marcella smiled seeing the blush on her cheek out of excitement. "I ran a magazine back in high school. Dad was not pleased and he~" Rosy bit her lips as if she said too much.

She quickly gathered her books and jumped up. "It’s getting late. I’ll leave now. Donna Bambina," she rushed to the door.

Marcella blocked her. "Rosy... Did your father stop you from pursuing higher education and possibly a career in journalism?" she asked.

Rosy bowed her head and looking at her feet shook her head. "No, Donna Bambina. I do not have any such wishes. If you don’t mind, please let me go..."

"Rosy, be honest with me," Marcella held her hand. "Did Randy ask you not to talk to me about it? Is he going to get mad at you if I talk to him about your interest?" she asked with a gentle smile.

Rosy looked up and tears rolled down her pink cheeks. Marcella wiped them off. She had guessed right.

"Don’t worry. I am not going to talk to him about it. Go... sleep well."

Marcella sent off Rosy. Closing the door, Marcella leaned on the door.

She found a way to get the best of both worlds.