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“Mmm, I suppose I’ll just hope you’ll have a moment of weakness and become stupid for a second,” I tease just as the car rolls to a stop in the parking lot of Amor’s. There are cars in the parking lot and line outside the door waiting to get in. “He won’t do anything tonight. The place is packed. If he really wanted to try something, he would have shut the place down and it would have been a private meeting.”
“That’s reassuring,” she says, her voice wavering.
I look her up and down, taking in how fucking gorgeous she looks. She’s wearing a tight green dress and she surprised me by straightening her hair and while it looks stunning, her curls will always be my favorite. I hadn’t realized her hair was so long. It’s down to the middle of her back, but since her hair is so curly, it stops just above her shoulders when it isn’t sleek.
She’s wearing a white diamond necklace and earrings to match. The only thing missing is a real engagement ring, but I need something that will signify us, something with meaning. She deserves more than a basic ring every other woman has.
“Ready, Ari?” Gianni asks from the driver’s seat.
“I am. Is Matias in position?”
“He’s parking now.”
“Great. We all enter together. I want to show him I don’t trust him,” I state.
“I think it’s better if you go in with less,” Gianni explains. “He won’t find it threatening.”
“He’s going to be threatening. It’s only fitting. I want a man flanking us and behind us. If anything happens, you focus on getting Rosie out safely. Am I clear?”
“Ari. No. What? What are you saying?”
I ignore her. “Are we clear, Gianni?”
“Crystal,” he grits.
Gianni gets out of the car and opens the back door for me. I get out, holding out my hand, and my wife’s slender fingers glide across my palm.
The streetlight provides enough light for me to see how fucking gorgeous she looks tonight. She’ll be gaining a lot of attention from others and that savage possessiveness has me sliding my hand around her side. I tug Rosie to my side, so she’s stuck to me like glue.
Her heels click against the pavement, the black Jimmy Choo’s are high, making the lean muscle in her legs more pronounced.
Matias is at my side and Gianni flanks Rosie’s. Three other men walk behind us, and I stop at the front of the line, cutting all the men and women who are there for a good time.
“Milazzo.” It’s all I say, and he opens the door for me.
“Hey, what the fuck?” A man shouts from the line.
“Is there a problem?” Gianni asks, moving his jacket so the stranger can see his gun.
“N-no,” he stutters.
“That’s what I thought. Keep your tongue tied because you have no idea of what’s going on around you,” Gianni spits, making the grown man feel like a child.
I step foot inside the club and the lights flash just like the time they did when I first saw Rosie. The music is loud, the beat pulsating through the air. The women on the poles roll their bodies to the rhythm and slowly untie the top of their bikini until their breasts are illuminated against the purple lights flashing.
A man shoves his way through the crowd and when he stands in front of me, he looks me up and down then his eyes settle on Rosie.
“You came,” his voice darkening my mood like a shadow in a well-lit hallway.
“Obviously,” I drowse, wanting to seem bored.
“Follow me.”
We follow closely behind the man that reminds me too much of a hitman, the kind that has a murderous glint to his eye, and I immediately pull Rosie to my side even more. It’s hard for her to walk but I refuse to have her out of reach. I need to be able to protect her.
Rosie tenses next to me as we walk by the room where she killed a man. I know it still bothers her, haunts her even because every now and then when I look at her she’ll be staring into nothing, unblinking, and her face will be pale. Then, there are the night where I wake her from a restless sleep. I’m not sure if it’s a nightmare or maybe I’m overthinking it and she’s fine.
I watch as her eyes linger on the door that’s shut, hiding the room where it all happened. I kiss her cheek, not wanting her to think about it.
