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“Yes. It’s Salvatore.”
“Italian? Nice. I can’t wait to tell the girls at work.”
A loud bang echoes against the front door, and it flies open to reveal Salvatore standing on the threshold. His lips are pressed into a pale thin line, and the darkness in his eyes shows he’s mad as hell. It’s as though tiny daggers are shootingout of his pupils, all directed at me. How on earth did he find me so fast?
“Milene,” he says with forced calmness.
I see it on his face, though. He’s ready to drag me back, by the hair if necessary. I let out a sigh. I shouldn’t have left without security, but I was freaking out. Now we’re here, and he’s going to make a scene.
“I have to go, honey,” I tell Pippa and rise off the sofa. “I just wanted to drop by and say hi, but I’ll call you, and we’ll go for coffee one afternoon. Deal?”
She looks at Salvatore, who casts a long shadow on the floor of Pippa’s apartment, and back at me. “Is everything okay? You can stay here if you want.”
“Everything is fine.” I lean in to kiss her on the cheek. “I’ll call you next week.”
I walk toward the door and lift my chin to meet my husband’s stare. He’s still waiting to pounce like a lion with its prey in sight, but I’m not backing down. “Later,” I say in a low voice.
He doesn’t say anything, just takes my hand and leads me toward the elevator.
When we get inside the car, he leans his forearms on the wheel and stares off into the distance. With both of us looking straight ahead, we sit in menacing silence for at least five minutes before he finally breaks it.
“You will never do that again,” he says and hits the steering wheel with his palm. “Never, Milene.”
I lean back in the seat and close my eyes. “I freaked out, Tore. I had to get out of that building.”
Strong fingers wrap around the back of my neck, and Iopen my eyes to find Salvatore’s face a couple of inches from mine.
“Why?” he asks through his teeth and slightly tightens his hold on my neck.
“Hearing someone state they’re willing to execute five people as though they’re speaking of tossing out overripe fruit, well, that may worry a person. I suppose you can understand that a little.”
“You know very well how things work in the Family, Milene.”
“Yes. Which is why I left. Or tried to, at least.”
He curses, then presses his mouth against mine in a hard and angry kiss. I gasp, both shocked and confused.
“Never. Again,” he says against my lips and again squeezes the back of my neck. “Understood?”
“Okay.” I nod.
He watches me through narrowed eyes, and I wonder if he’s going to kiss me again. But he just nods, then releases my neck and starts the engine.
Chapter 16
“Milene!”
I spring up in the bed and blink away the sleep. Salvatore is standing in the doorway of my room, hair in disarray and shirt unbuttoned. It’s pitch dark outside.
“Dress,” he says, starting to button his shirt. “We need you on the eleventh floor.”
“What’s there?” I ask as I rush to turn on a lamp, then move to the closet to take out a pair of leggings and a T-shirt and pull them on.
“The infirmary. The Irish attacked my men while they were loading the drugs. They’ll be here in ten minutes.”
“You have an infirmary here? How many floors do you own?” I rush to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
“I own the building,” his answer reaches me.
