My Dangerous Wife (Sequel to My Dangerous Husband)

Chapter No.16

Giovanni Venezia:-

I woke up with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen wrapped around me, sleeping peacefully looking like an angel. She looks so relieved, with her head resting on my chest and her arms wrapped around my waist, as mine were wrapped around hers. I might not remember anything, but I know one thing for sure. This woman is my lifeline. My heart beats when she is with me, and when she is not, I feel dead. She is like a breath of fresh air in my life.

Oh, how much I want to remember everything, her, the memories I spent with her, the memories I spent with our children that I don't know anything about,but whenever I am around them, I feel a strong and unbreakable connection with them. I need to find out the answers. I need to know who did this to me.

I know it was Carmen after witnessing her act yesterday before she injected me with some kind of drug, but somehow I feel she is not the real enemy over here, but someone else. Someone I can't remember, but remember enough to have an encounter with himthat almost killed me. Everytime I try to remember that man, I feel this severe pain in my head that I can't bear. The figure of the man is black in my memory, but I need to remember.

There was a knock on the door, and I groaned and felt like punching whoever dared to knock on the door. I don't want anyone to disturb the beauty and her sleep. She looked exhausted yesterday, but as of now, she looked nothing but stunning and refreshed. I looked down at my wife, that much I have gathered and know in my mind that she is the one. She is my wife, my woman. I really hoped that the knock doesn't wake her up and fortunately it didn't.

"Sleep, my beauty." I murmured, and carefully slipped out of the bed, making sure not to wake her up and opened the door, wearing only a pair of boxer. When I opened the door, the man I remember from yesterday, the man named Rick stood there with a grin on his face, then looked at Heaven.

"Good morning, Boss." he greeted "Did you have a nice night?"

"Good morning, Rick." I greeted back "Rick....this is your name, right? I am sorry I do..." the man cut him off by tapping on his shoulder and gave him a warm smile.

"I know, but don't worry, you will remember because you are Giovanni Venezia. Heaven's Giovanni. The man who will move heaven and hell to keep her safe." he replies and looked over my shoulder and I felt like choking him to death out of possessiveness. My wife was only in her bra and panties, barely covered with the sheets.

"Hey man, my eyes are up here, not there." I growled and he laughed shaking his head.

"I know, mate." he chuckles "Memory or not, you are still as possessive over here. Aren't you? Have you got any idea how many men you have killed, to keep her safe? Just one look from them towards her and you were ready to kill them." he handed me a cup of coffee that he was holding "And, don't worry. I was just looking at her because this is the first time in a very long time slept this peacefully. Since the day you went missing, she just broke and shut herself down from everyone."

"So, what are you doing over here?" I asked looking around "Is everythnig alright?"

"Yeah, I just came to call Heaven to let her know that Lorenzo is awake." he informs "It's his morning routine. When he wakes up, heis little eyes expect to see his father or his mother."

"Ummm, where is he? Can you take me to him?" I asked nervously scratching the back of my neck "I don't want her to wake up, and besides I don't have much to do here anyway since I am mentally lost. The best I can do is try to get to know my children....once again. Maybe, it might help me remember somethings."

Rick’s face brightened up and he nodded his head. “Of course, Boss. I believe that it would also mean a lot to him.”

He walked me to the corridor where he opened one of the doors of a comfortable looking room rendered in neutral colors. There were a few toys on the floor, and the moment I stepped through the door, I saw my son Lorenzo standing up in his crib, crying. His wails echoed through the space, but the nanosecond that he looked in my direction the crying ceased immediately.

He has the same electric blue eyes as mine, which were filled with curiosity and relief this time. He smiled and opened his arms, asking me to pick him up and as soon as I did, he took a deep breath and laid his tiny head on my shoulder. As I held him, I felt the natural instinct to protect him, and do everything to make him smile.

"Hey, little man." I murmured softly, trying my best to hide my nervousness "I am here, buddy. I am here." in response he looked at me, cupped my face with his soft small hand, while his other hand was busy, as he suckled on his thumb letting me know he was hungry. I looked over at Rick, who already stood with his bottle filled with milk.

"Come on, let's feed you. Shall we?" I cooed and sat on the nearby rocking chair and fed him. As I was looking at him, I glanced over at Rick and opened my mouth to ask about my daughter, just then she came running, squealing with delight when she saw me.

"Papa! You're alright!" she exclaimed, thorwing her arms around me. She was fast, but still I somehow managed to move Lorenzo a little bit on time. I laughed and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Good morning to you, Principessa." I tell her and she giggled, and kissed on my cheek. I was spending some quality time with my children, and one thing I relaized, memory or not, they will always be mine. A part of me, and for them there is nothing I won't do.

And then, as I turned towards the door, I gasped. Heaven was standing there, looking at us peacefully, with a gentle smile on her lips, wearing a sheer flowing and short pink negligee that lovingly outline her gorgeous body. Her hair was long and shaggy, falling just below her shoulders; she looked almost radiant in the morning light. She was lovely—breathtaking, calm, and completely my wife.

I gulped as I looked at her, my brain might not remember everything, but my body surely does as it feels this uncontrollable desire, the need to bury in her. The blood rushed down to my groin. I just wanted to drag her to the room and do so many things to her. Oh God! How much I want to remember everything I shared with her and our children.

"I see you have got company, dear husband," she murmurs, in a soft raspy and sultry voice "Good morning."