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“Exactly. Then when the situation gets serious, you’ll go to Boston. What?” she asked, her eyes roaming my face as she tried to figure out what I was thinking. The thought hadn’t even finished forming in my mind and she was already onto me.
“How did you know I was thinking of something else?”
“You weren’t following my eyes anymore. Now what is more captivating than me helping you think of a plan while naked?” She sounded almost insulted.
I leaned forward and kissed her lips quickly before saying. “You aren’t going to like it.”
“Go on.”
“The Finnegan brothers have a cousin in Chicago.”
“And I won’t like this because…” She waited for me to fill in the blanks.
“She’s in prison.”
“Still not following. Bring her out and use her against them. Why would this displease me?”
“Because of how I’ll need to use her,” I said, and her eyes narrowed as she exhaled through her nose. I could tell she wanted to strangle me.
“I want to strangle you,” she snapped and turned her back to me.
Well, it’s good to know I can read her mind too.
“You haven’t even finished off Klarissa and you’re already adding another woman to your harem.”
“You’re cute when your jealous—ahh…Calliope,” I hissed through clenched teeth as she reached behind her and squeezed my balls, her nails digging into my skin.
“You couldn’t even handle the thought of me going on a date with another man and you’re about to screw yet another woman. Are you really suffering here? Because you seem to be having a grand ol’ time.”
“Are you done?” I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer.
“The moment you sleep with her, I’m going to have an orgy,” she muttered, and I hugged her tighter, trying to forget she said that. I kept silent, waiting for her to collect herself and look past her jealousy and anger. “I’m done. Why do you need this cousin?”
“Wyatt. I need him to come back home too,” I said gently in her ear.
“What makes you think this woman will make him come back?”
“I know the Finnegan brothers have a cousin have a cousin in Chicago because I remember her. When I was young, sometime after you left for Italy, I met a little girl in the O.S. center during our weekly volunteer time. She was there, we had some argument over cake which caught my father’s attention and he later told the whole family about it. My father lived for teasing both my brother and I.”
“How could an argument over cake be worth any attention?”
“My reaction. I was shocked and didn’t know how to reply to her. So the Great Ethan lost a verbal spat with some silly girl. My uncle Neal, after hearing the story, said that’s the type of woman I should marry. Wyatt will remember who she is, or I’ll make sure he knows. We’ll go Boston and have it out with the Finnegan brothers. She’ll magically die, I’ll get hurt, he’ll come to his fucking senses and remember who he is and kill them with his own hands for daring to mess with our family. The guilt of it will humble him a bit. I rid myself of her and the idiot brothers and gain my brother back.”
“First, your uncle Neal isn’t my favorite,” she grumbled. “What is this girl in prison for?”
“Her sister, or step-sister, framed her in a drunk driving accident which left someone crippled, so aggravated assault. And assault with a deadly weapon.”
“How long has she been in prison?”
I thought back to the article I read back then. “She should be six years into a 12-year sentence by now.”
“Six fucking years? So not only is she fool, she’s weak.” She snickered and shook her head. “Is she just going to rot in prison for a crime she didn’t commit? I won’t even stay in prison for crimes I did commit.”
“Foolish and weak people are the easiest to manipulate,” I said, and she nodded in agreement. “We have backstory already, although it’s thin. People are waiting for me bring home the future Mrs. Callahan...”
“A prison bitch as Mrs. Callahan? Your parents would spin in their graves if they were really dead.” She laughed, no longer jealous. She was right. Such a weak woman could never be Mrs. Callahan.
“La mia anima, mia amore, Sono innamorato di te. Sei tutto per me. Sei il mio universe. Siamo fatti l’uno per l’altra. Voglio soltanto te. Sei la regina del mio cuore. Solo tu mi capisci. Io sono tuo. tu sei la vera signora Callahan, (My soul, my love, I'm in love with you. You are everything to me. You are my universe. We are made for each other. I only want you. You are the queen of my heart. Only you understand me. I am yours. You are the real Mrs. Callahan.),” I reminded her as I leaned closer. She smelled like wine, vanilla, and roses.
