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She picked up her backpack. “What about the children?” she asked quietly.
“They’re spending the night at my mother’s. I didn’t want them walking into this shitshow.”
She nodded and then left the room and hurried up the staircase.
I was too angry to say anything more. What I really wanted to do was put her over my lap and spank that sweet ass of hers. Jesus, why did she make me feel like this? I was furious with her, but all I could think about was feeling her sweet ass cheeks under my hands and then fucking her until she screamed and submitted to me.
Sitting back down behind my desk, I tried to calm myself as I answered a few urgent e-mails that I hadn’t been able to deal with earlier due to Anni’s disappearance.
As I typed out a response to one of my captains, I felt a tightness in my chest again.
I stretched my chest muscles, hoping that would help relieve the tightness, but it didn’t seem to have any effect.
This had been happening more and more frequently lately.
Once Anni stopped causing so much stress in my life, I knew these twinges in my chest would subside. What with her badgering me about therapists for Clara and now today’s incident, it was no wonder I was feeling stressed.
CHAPTER 39
ANNUNCIATA
I fled up the stairs to our bedroom. I didn’t want Lorenzo seeing me cry.
I was shaken by what had happened at the convention, my subsequent arrest, and what had happened when I’d arrived home. Everything I did lately seemed to be the wrong thing.
Going into the bathroom, I stripped off my clothes and had a long shower, letting my tears of frustration mingle with the hot water. I felt chastised and treated like a child by Lorenzo.
I really wouldn’t have gone to the convention and gone without a guard if I had known something like this might happen. I mean, what were the chances?
And I certainly wouldn’t have let anything slip to the Feds.
Getting out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and then looked in dismay at my cat costume. There were spots of red paint all over the side of it. I set to work on trying to get the paint off, but it wouldn’t budge, upsetting me further. I carried on trying to get the paint off, wiping away my tears as I scrubbed at the fluffy fabric.
A while later, I heard a voice through the door. “Anni.” It was Lorenzo.
“I’m busy,” I called. “I’m having a shower.” I didn’t want him seeing my red eyes.
“I heard the shower stop half an hour ago. You’ve been locked in there for ages. Come out of the bathroom.”
I didn’t say anything and stayed where I was on the edge of the bathtub.
He banged his fist against the door, making me jump. “Anni, open the door.” His voice was harder.
“I’m not dressed yet.” That much was true—I still had the towel wrapped around me.
“I don’t care if you’re fucking naked. Let me in!”
I hated the way he thought he could just command me to act.
“Anni, I’m warning you. You’ve got until I count to three then I’m going to break this fucking door down! One…”
I wanted to shout at him to leave me alone. But I couldn’t deal with the fallout of making him any angrier today.
I reluctantly clicked the lock open and then went back to cleaning my costume, keeping my eyes down.
He stalked over to me and lifted my chin in a hard grip with his hand. “You’ve been crying.”
“Not really. I just can’t get the red paint off,” I murmured.
