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Or is Raff leveraging this situation on purpose for more independence from his father, the don? My husband can afford to lay down the law with Patrizio when he already knows I'm getting my IUD taken out in a couple of weeks. He'll get what he wants while maintaining a position of strength with his father.
He and Fabrizio have such a different relationship with their father than my brothers had with my dad.
"Get someone else to do it," Raff says forcefully. "I'm taking the day off to spend with my wife."
If I have a heart attack from shock right now, who will finish raising Neri? Because that is the first time in six years Raff has put spending time with me ahead of business.
Raff hangs up and tosses his phone on the low table near the sofa. "Put your dress back on."
"I thought you weren't leaving." I knew it was too good to be true.
Not that I can blame my husband. He cannot refuse a direct order from his don without serious consequences. Even I'm careful how I subvert my father-in-law's directives. Mostly, I avoid direct communication when at all possible with my don.
"We are leaving. I'm not near done with you, but my ass is sticking to this leather. I'll arrange for a suite for us."
We're going to a suite? To make love some more?
We don't just spend the rest of the afternoon exhausting each other's bodies, but the evening and the entire night. Raff answers his phone a couple of times, but he never leaves to take care of business.
We don't do a lot of talking, but I'm not complaining when my vocal chords get a work out screaming from multiple orgasms.
~ ~ ~
A week after the doctor appointment debacle and subsequent sexfest with Raff, I am packing for my upcoming trip to New York with Neri. We both need warmer clothes than we wear in Las Vegas.
My phone dings and I check the text. It's from Raff.
He sent me a link that leads to an article about the tragic death of a well-known local fertility specialist. Apparently, Dr. Hewitt died of an unexpected heart attack.
Chills run up the back of my legs. I should have expected this. I'm not sure why I didn't.
Raff isn't just protective, he is over the top possessive too.
Ever since I stormed into his office and we spent the rest of the day and night together naked, Raff has been even more insatiable than usual. He claims my body over and over again, both physically and verbally. It's hot and sometimes a little overwhelming, but still, yeah…really hot.
He's always a little extra attentive in the bedroom before and after one of my trips to NY, but this past week he's been downright insatiable.
I didn't connect it to what happened with Dr. Hewitt though. Or realize Raff's response would be so permanent.
After how he told his dad off like I never in a million years thought he would, I should have known Dr. Hewitt's days were numbered.
I'm not sure how I feel about his death. I can't help thinking I'm not the only female patient Dr. Hewitt treated like a walking womb, but did he deserve to die for it?
Clearly my husband thinks he did.
In Raff's world, justice is dispensed by the mafia, not the authorities and usually with some level of violence.
I call my husband.
He picks up on the first ring.
"Was it you?"
"What do you think?"
I think Raff has a very medieval outlook sometimes. "I purposefully didn't hit a vital organ when I shot Dolf," I say.
Our phones are encrypted, but even so, I probably shouldn't be talking about shooting people.
