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It’s nice.
Dante’s been getting up the past couple of days and heading downstairs, trying to get his strength back. He’s been doing well, and I’m happy for him, but at the same time I’m terrified that he’s about to go after Vincenzo and get hurt again.
But I know this bubble in time when it’s just us is going to come to an end. I’m nervous all the time, and I’m still having nightmares. And now my stomach is rioting.
I brush my teeth in the hall bathroom so that Dante won’t notice. I don’t need him worried about me. I know it’s just the stress and the trauma from the kidnapping.
“I’m going out today,” he says, and my chest tightens.
“Why?” I ask, and it comes out sounding whiny and petulant.
Dante chuckles. “I have to leave the house sometime, pretty girl.”
“You’re hurt,” I argue. “And so am I.”
“We’re on the mend. And I’m not leaving you alone. Nico will be here.”
That does make me feel a bit better, because I know that Nico is his right-hand man. Dante doesn’t make big moves without Nico, and so maybe he’s just doing some other, less dangerous work.
I’m about to ask where he’s going and what time he’ll be home when Nico knocks on the open door, shielding his eyes just in case we aren’t decent.
“Hi, Nico,” I say, and Nico drops his hand, smiling at me.
“Hi, Mia,” he says.
Nico’s a sweet guy. He’s been known as a bit of a womanizer, but what wiseguy hasn’t? Nico isn’t even a made man, just half Sicilian, and he’s handsome.
“I’m going to go out for a meeting,” Dante says, and a look passes between them that I don’t like.
It’s just like with my father and his right-hand, Ricardo. They seem to have a telepathic connection sometimes, after working together for so many years.
I don’t like that I can’t read what Nico and Dante are saying.
“I’ll stay here with the missus,” Nico says. “We’ll order some pizza from Fatty’s.”
My stomach rumbles. On top of being nauseous, I seem to be starving.
Dante laughs. “Seems like she’d like that.”
“Dante,” I start, going to ask him more questions, but then Nico clears his throat.
“Before you go,capo, you have a visitor.”
Dante raises an eyebrow. “A visitor?”
Nico nods, his face blank.
I stare at him. “Who is it?”
“Felicia Nunez,” Nico says, and my heart drops to the floor.
“What the hell is she doing here?” Dante mumbles, and pushes past Nico to go down the stairs.
Nico follows him and I follow them both, struggling to keep up because of my ribs aching. I want to see this, Felicia Nunez coming inmyhouse to seemyhusband.
Dante pauses at the bottom of the stairs.
Felicia is standing there, dressed casually in a pair of cut-offs and a tank top low enough that I can almost see her nipples. I grit my teeth.
