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Chapter 4
Las Vegas, Nevada
Mancini Mafia
RAFFAELE
My beautiful wife walks to where the bra she tossed is in a puddle of pink lace on the floor, her large breasts swaying with each angry step. Damn, she turns me on when she's like this.
"He threatened to sedate you?" Lara didn’t say anything about that in her text.
While a lack of chattiness can be an asset, sometimes the Marine trained bodyguard can be too taciturn.
"Why the heck do you think I shot Dolf?" my wife demands.
She shot someone? What the fuck went down in that clinic? "Who is Dolf?" And why did my gentle and proper wife feel the need to shoot him?
"I thought Lara texted you."
"Her text said your appointment didn't go well and that you wanted to talk to me. I thought you were upset by bad news."
Her bra dangling from her hand, Giulia's brows furrow. "Then how did you know about the IUD?"
"Dr. Hewitt emailed me." Along with a summary of the visit, that does not include shots fired, the email has a recommendation for a psychiatrist I do not mention.
I assume the birth control somehow damaged my wife's ability to conceive. Dr. Hewitt believes she needs someone to help her work through that. Setting aside my personal disappointment at not having any more children with her, I am determined to be that person.
Not some damn shrink.
I had my admin reschedule everything on my calendar for the rest of the day, after my meeting with the capos. I hadn't expected Giulia in avenging Fury mode to come pounding on my office door.
She slides her arms through the straps of her bra and pulls it up, covering her luscious tits and reaches behind to do the clasp.
"Don't get dressed on my account." I let my eyes roam over her lust inducing curves.
I cannot get enough of her fuller figure since giving birth to Neri. Her pillowy softness is as much of a turn-on for me as her tight, wet pussy.
She ignores me and fastens her bra, hiding her mouth-watering tits from my gaze. Standing in my office in nothing but her black bra and panties and vibrating with temper, my wife is fulfilling one of favorite sexual fantasies.
"We might as well take advantage of the free time in our schedules." And this unexpected opportunity to live out that sexual fantasy. But as soon as I say the words, I realize they are the wrong ones.
Giulia's body goes stiff and eyes that are shooting daggers at me once again glisten with moisture. Her temper is sexual kryptonite, but I hate seeing the hurt in those pretty brown depths.
Okay. Talk first. Sex after.
"Tell me about this morning."
Giulia doesn't start talking. That would be too easy. She goes hunting for her dress and then puts it on.
"Why did you strip in front of my capos?" I ask her. I get she was angry. Still is angry, apparently.
But to reveal her body to my men?
And they aremymen as much as they are my father's. To be loyal to the don is to be loyal to me, his oldest son and underboss.
But some capos are more loyal to me than others. Those men were three of them.
My threat to gouge out their eyes wasn't hyperbole, however. But my men are smart. The second she climbed up on my desk, giving them a view up her skirt, they averted their eyes.
