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“I’ve told you, they wereFrench braids!” I gave him a playful push on his shoulder.
“I’ve spent a lot of time getting blood off things. A little bit of red paint isn’t going to defeat me. I’ll get it as good as new for you.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Yeah, of course.”
It was such a small gesture, but it made me feel warm inside. Lorenzo cared about my feelings now—he cared aboutme.
I’d never thought that we’d get to the stage where we could have an easy relationship rather than clashing heads over everything.
We had the children in common, but I realized now how much I needed him to appreciate who I was as a person. I wasn’t just a wife to him or a mother to the children; I was my own person, with my own likes, dislikes, and opinions.
I looked more closely and saw that the red paint was faded. “Is it coming off?” I asked in surprise.
“Yep. It’ll take a few more scrubs, but I should be able to get it all out.”
I beamed up at him. “If you do, I might have to give you a reward.”
“An incentive, eh?”
“An incentive,” I agreed.
“Like letting me fuck that sweet little pussy of yours?”
I gave a saucy smile. “I mean like…a chocolate-chip cookie.”
Lorenzo’s gaze darkened. “I think your ass might need a spanking before I get to your pussy,” he said, striding toward me.
I squealed as I ran back into the bedroom, but as I reached the bed, he caught my arm and spun me around.
“How about a kiss to make it up to you?” I purred.
“Depends on how good a kiss it is…”
I stood up on tiptoes and pressed my lips against his, instantly opening my mouth to accept his tongue while pressing my body up against him.
“Hmm…” He considered the kiss and then pushed me hard. “Not good enough,” he growled.
I fell back onto the mattress.
Instantly he was on top of me. “I’ve got you where I want you now,” he said in a low voice as he nuzzled kisses into my neck, making me instantly wet. “And I know exactly how we’re going to spend the next hour.”
LORENZO
The following day, a guard at the gate rang my cell. “Boss, the Venetis are here to see you.”
“The Venetis?”
“Yeah, boss.”
“Which ones?” I demanded.
I heard muffled voices as he asked them. “Boss, it’s Napoleone Veneti, Christian Veneti, and a lady who says she’s called…er…Ma Veneti.”
My heart sank. I felt like asking what they wanted before I decided whether to let them in, but I knew I couldn’t treat my in-laws like that. “Let them through.”
Anni had heard the conversation. “Have my family come to visit?”
