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“Viv’s ring.”
“What?”
“Yeah. It’s fucked up. Luckily you didn’t get Patty a special ring like that and you don’t have any conquests to chase after your wife.”
“Shut up, asshole.”
“Well, we’re sending the guards by nightfall. Dad doesn’t want a repeat.”
“I’m fine, but they better keep their distance.”
“And Dad’s going to be one of them.”
“Okay. I’d rather have Dad by my side than anyone else.”
“Totally got it.”
“Take care of that beautiful wife.”
“I will.” I end the call and decide it’s best to take Patricia inside. As soon as I lay her down on our bed, she opens her eyes. “So is it true? Were you a virgin?”
I clamp my lips shut. How do I answer that without sounding like a pussy? “Yes.”
“Why?”
I purse my lips and try to sound like the badass man she married. “Well, remember I’m only twenty-two.”
She tilts her head and gives me a sexy smirk that’s full of disbelief. “That’s not that young when it comes to sex, and, well, look at you. You don’t look like you’re a nerdy guy. You look very mature.”
“You’re saying I look old?”
“It’s not that you look old so much as you seem older and sexy. You’re powerful, domineering, smart, and tough.”
“You forgot rash, stupid as fuck, with a jealous streak a mile wide when it comes to you. Wife, I have a lot to learn when it comes to being your husband, but I’m sure as fuck going to try more because I’m so in love with you that I don’t know how to breathe when you’re not around.”
“I live for you. At first, I was afraid, but then I realized that you were the best thing to ever happen to me. Bonus, I have a crazy sister-in-law who is a lot of fun.”
“Yeah, I still owe her an ass kicking for nearly getting you killed and having you run off with Morozov so he could be your hero.”
“He’s not my hero—you are. He just did the dirty work for you.”
“Well, from now on, I’ll take care of it all.”
“Yes, Mr. Barone.” I pop her on that juicy ass and then take her luscious lips. The bed dips as I roll on top of her, pinning her down and starting another round of lovemaking.
Best vacation ever, or so I thought.
The next evening with the added security, we enter the Mexican cantina when Patricia gasps. I stop her in her tracks, grasping her biceps and tipping her chin. “What is it, Amore?”
“I swear…it’s nothing. No, it just…”
“What is it?” I don’t like that she’s being evasive. “Come on, if it’s important, I need to know.”
“I thought I saw my old chef, Manuel.” That fucking piece of shit better not be here.
“Where?” My head’s on a swivel, looking behind me for any sign of the old creep.
“He ducked behind the kitchen.”
