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Cato’s lips draw in a line when we find the security guard sleeping. “Useless fucker.”
The girls get out and he opens the wrought-iron gates. “They don’t even lock it?”
His anger worsens with every second, and as we walk toward the house, I ask, “Where is your room?”
Chiara points at the second story, the last room on the right. A ladder with flowers rests outside the window. After we exchange a look, he says to her, “Get up.”
“I’ll fall.”
“No, you won’t. I’ve got you.”
After seconds of them engaged in a staring contest, Chiara offers a small nod. When she’s up, she yanks the window open and slips inside. I kiss Aurora one more time and help her up the ladder, pushing her up with my hands on her ass, and she giggles.
“Enjoying the view?”
And how I enjoy the view of her legs and her black panties. Tomorrow night. No more bullshit guilt. She’s mine.
When we get back in the car, we burst into laughter, shaking our heads. We’ve never had to sneak out, not even when we were younger.
We drive straight to Cato’s penthouse and after he pours some whiskey, he says, “You’re softer around Aurora.”
“She’s my wife. I don’t want her to be afraid of me.”
“So, you think she won’t try to escape again?”
“No.”
“I hope you’re right, man. At least one of us won’t have to sleep with one eye open.”
“Not anymore.”
The corners of his lips arch up in a knowing smile, and he says, “Chiara might hate me, but her anger will just make her burn hotter for me.”
“Who’s the confident idiot now?”
“Have you found out anything about the guy Aurora has been talking to?”
“I’m waiting for her to tell me.”
He arches a brow at me, but I wave him off and finish my drink. I’ve taken enough from her. Now, I’ll only take what she offers me.
“If he thinks he can take her from you, he’s dangerous.”
“Or plain stupid. Either way, let him come. Better yet, he’ll come and find she wants to stay with me.”
“You’re one tactical bastard.”
Steepling my fingers over my mouth, I say, “It’s how we not only stay in the game but rule it.”
My heart returns to its normal rhythm once we’re inside her bedroom. Chiara covers her mouth, but giggles burst out of both of us.
“That was exhilarating. I thought my heart might explode. I really wanted to see the face he’d make if he caught us.”
“Stop provoking your father,” I hiss, exasperated at her.
She raises her hands in a huff. “He’s not my father. What father would treat his daughter like that?”
A shudder rocks me, reminding me of my own father’s actions.
