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She looks delicious. So fuckable. Somine.
Now, if only she could behave like it.
“We used a distraction device,” she tells me with pride in her voice.
“Did youdrugmy cousin?”
“Sure, if you call Isabella a drug.” She steadies herself on the edge of the desk and unstraps one of her heels.
“You won’t find this funny when Luca hates you for him being in deep shit over this.”
“I’ll have Isabella kiss him and make it better.”
Anger ignites through me at her response.
“This isn’t cute, Neomi.” My ears pound, and I raise my voice as I begin pacing. “My job is dangerous. Your behavior is distracting not only me but also my men—putting all of us in harm’s way. They could get killed. You could get killed.” I pause my pacing to meet her eyes. “So, please, for the love of God, can you fucking behave?”
“I refuse to be your hostage, stuck in a house, Benny.” She removes her other heel.
“Hostage?” I return to my pacing to stop myself from throwing something through the floor-to-ceiling window behind my desk. “You’ve been in that house for a few days and left several times. It’s not like I’ve kept you locked in some tower, like Rapunzel.”
She cracks a smile and plays with a strand of her hair. “How do you, of all people, know who Rapunzel is?”
I glare at her. “I have a younger sister.”
“You watched princess movies with her?” Her face softens. “That’s so adorable.”
I exhale a long breath, not in the mood for her games. “You know what isn’t adorable, Neomi Marchetti?”
Yes, I use her full name.
She’s a Marchetti, so she needs to act like one.
She taps her nails together. “Loan sharks?”
“You dead.” I bolt toward her, capture her waist, and jerk her toward me. My head bows, and she flutters her lashes while staring up at me. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
Neomi gasps and slowly blinks, as if processing my words through her brain again. If it takes being honest with her to keep her safe, then that’s what I’ll do.
If I have to open my damn heart up and spread it out for her like a platter for her to realize she will die if she doesn’t stop her antics, I will.
She slowly raises her hand and drags her palm across my cheek. “Are you afraid to lose me, Benny?” I’ve never heard her voice so soft.
Like me, Neomi isn’t a gentle soul.
But right now, that’s what she’s giving me.
Am I afraid of losing her?
Is this me playing the role of a dutiful husband, or do I honestly not want to lose her?
I cup my hand over hers on my face, and my brain spins.
I’m not a man who speaks his feelings.
Or one who believes in love.
But I am a man who protects his wife.
