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This isn’t what the life of a mobster’s wife would really be like.
Every time reality seeps in—that we can’t stay here forever, it will all come crashing down again—I shove the thoughts away.
Why? Because I’ve had so little happiness in my life. Stealing a few moments of forbidden love with a man who cannot deny me a single moment of pleasure seems like it is my due.
I suffered because of my father’s actions. At the hands of so many people who took me in during those last years of my childhood, but they all expected something in return.
I was a slave for a “family friend,” working nonstop to keep her house clean, watch her brats and cook her food.
The rest thought to pimp me out to their friends for money. Something that always sent me running with the few belongings I had left.
For years, I slept on floors and couches, usually with no blankets. So being warm at last, curled up in Heath’s comfortable bed, was a dream. Having him back in my life was beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.
Since the ice was broken between us, we’ve found things to talk about again. I lie next to him, listening to him talk about his brothers and how they’re doing in life. It feels like old times, yet very different. The love of a young girl is gone, replaced by that of a woman.
I have no doubt I’ll be ripped apart when this is all over. Soon we will return to real life. Until then, I’ll enjoy pretending.
A sudden slap to my backside has me jerking and gasping out. I narrow my eyes at Heath, but the blue depths of his dance in amusement.
“Go fix me breakfast, woman.”
A thrill rolls through me, but I give the sass right back. “What happened to you cooking forme?”
“This is give and take, baby.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure I just gave you head, so it’s your turn to give.”
He cocks a blond brow. A gleam hitting his eyes. Then he reaches over and slides his thumb across my lower lip, tugging it lightly. “And what a pretty sight it was too.”
I moan and lean in for his kiss, when the metallic clanking of the boobytrap he set jerks us apart.
Heath grabs his weapon that’s never far away and takes off for the door while I grab whatever garments I lay hands on and chase after him.
“Stay back. Stay down,” he orders in a hard voice.
I drop to a crouch out of firing range of the windows or door. Heath cracks it open and darts a look through the opening.
Then he whips it wide open and steps outside, totally naked and prepared for a battle.
I hold my breath. What if it’s the Stepanovs? What if Nathan tracked me down somehow? He might know the only person I’d run to is Heath. If that’s the case, I’ve put both of us in danger.
Heath pokes his head back inside. “Lock the door behind me.”
I start shaking my head, but he sees the action and barks, “Do it, Serenity!”
I scramble to my feet and rush to lock him out. Heart pounding, I brace myself against the door to keep from collapsing and strain to hear what’s going on outside.
What feels like minutes later, his voice projects through the wood to me. “It’s me,” he says.
My fingers fumble on the lock, but I manage to whip the door open.
He shoots me a glare. “Never open the door unless you check with me first.”
I step back as he barges in, big naked man that he is. “What do you mean? You said it was you!”
“Yes, but I might have had someone holding a gun to my head, telling me to say that. Next time ask me if you should open the door.”
Blinking rapidly at the hard change in him from minutes before when we were in bed, I wrap my arms around myself and watch him bolt the door once again.
