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“Yep, I have. So, what’s it worth to you? I’ll give you a grand for it,right now,” Sonnie offers.
I raise an eyebrow. “A grand? Sorry, but there isn’t enough money in the world to make me give this up. There’s only one thing I want, and no one here has it.” Great, and now I’m back to the self-pity. It’s like a pattern: something will briefly take my mind off things and then it’s just a word, a smell, or a sound, and I’m back to thoughts of T.
“Don’t worry, ma’am, he’ll be home before you know it,” Sonnie says.
“I sure do hope you’re right.” I guzzle down a mouthful of wine and pause. “So, I’m guessing you heard he’s not dead?”
“I pay attention, ma’am. It’s my job.” He clears his throat. “Are you good here? I’m gonna head outside for a bit.”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m just gonna eat this and go back to bed.”
* * *
I do go back to the bedroom, but I’m not alone. Nope, I have my new friend in tow. The delicious bottle of red wine I discovered. I’m on my second glass, and I’m already feeling the buzz. This is good; this is what I need to help me forget. I turn the television on and curl up in bed. And the first thing that comes on is a bloody Hallmark movie. Why is the universe out to get me? Can I just have five minutes of peace? Five minutes, without being reminded that my soulmate is literally on the other side of the world?
The phone rings. Great, now even he has a sixth sense. I consider ignoring it. Can I really pretend to be okay and happy right now? But then I remember… What if this is my last chance to talk to him? My last chance to tell him that I love him? I have to jump on that. “Hello?”
“Dolcezza, how are you? How’s that wine?” His raspy voice sends shivers through my body.
“T, I thought I asked you… No, not asked, I told you to get rid of the cameras in this bedroom,” I growl.
“I did, but I didn’t get rid of the ones in the kitchen. Tell me, Holly, what were you talking to Sonnie about for so long?” He sounds pissed off.
“Oh, you know, all sorts of interesting things. The man’s charming as hell, Theo. You really do know how to hire them. Or recruit them. Hang on, howdoyou find all of these people anyway?”
“Are you trying to sign the man’s death certificate? Don’t push me to do things you won’t like, Holly, because Iwillcut his fucking balls off and force the fucker to eat them.”
Huh, who would have thought he’d have such a jealous streak? Me. That’s who. It was never a question. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. We were talking about your mother’s sauce. Do you have any idea how bloody amazing that stuff is? Sonnie offered me a grand for the last bowl.” I laugh.
“I grew up on the stuff. Trust me, I know how good it is. It’s the second-best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“Yeah? And what’s the first?” I prompt.
“You,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Riiiiight, well, did you have a reason for calling so late? I was about to watch a cheesy Hallmark movie and get all green with envy over fake people finding their happily-ever-afters, while I’m sitting in bed. By myself. Not knowing whether or not I’ll ever get laid again in my life.” The laughter that comes through the phone stops my ramblings. Why is he laughing at me? This is not funny. The prospect of never getting laid again is a serious matter. “Stop laughing. It’s not a joke, T. How can I go the next sixty years without sex? Because that’s what will happen if I never see you again. My vagina is going to shrivel up; it’ll be covered in cobwebs and all.”
“Holly, trust me. I promise you are going to get laid so fucking much over the next sixty years plus. You won’t go a day without feeling my cock inside your pussy.”
“Really? Well, I’ve gone about a week now, so I’m sure the cobwebs are already taking shape.” I pout.
ChapterSixteen
That wine has gone straight to her head, and a tipsy Holly is adramaticHolly. I can’t help but laugh at the fact that she thinks she’s never going to get laid again. As soon as this shit’s finished, she won’t be able to walk straight. “Dolcezza, trust me, you’re going to be seeing me again. Once this shit is handled, I’m taking you away. We’re going to spend weeks on a deserted island somewhere, and you’ll get fucked in every possible position imaginable—I promise.”
“How long do you think this is going to last, T? I really should get back to the school. The principal’s been lenient because he thinks my husband’s just died, though I’m sure it has more to do with Neo’sconversationwith him. But I do have to go to work, or I won’t have a job to return to.”
“You don’t need a job, Holly.” I don’t know how many times I have to reiterate this to her. She’s fucking loaded. We have enough money that neither of us would have to work another day in our lives, if we didn’t want to. That being said, the only way out for me is a six-foot hole in the ground. You don’t get to walk away from the mafia... Being born into this family, it’s a fucking life sentence.
“I know I may not need one, but I want one. Also, I have a work visa. I can’t live in the States if I’m not working, T.”
Fuck, why the fuck didn’t I think of that? I make a mental note to have Neo start the process of getting Holly a green card. He’ll have it by the end of the week. “Dolcezza, you’re Mrs. Valentino. You can do whatever the fuck it is you want to do. Live wherever the fuck you want to live,” I growl. I want her to realize andusethe power that comes with our shared last name. I know it’s not in her nature to throw her weight around. But deep down, she loves it. She loved how she felt when she pulled that trigger during target practice.
“Okay, well, my cup’s empty now. I’m going to just lie down and go to sleep, thinking about all the sex I’m never going to have again,” she huffs.
“Holly, go to sleep. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”
“Night, Theo. I love you too. Even if you are the reason my vagina is going to grow cobwebs.” She hangs up before I can reply.
