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“Jesus fucking Christ,” Lorenzo mutters. He must be so disappointed in me. Infidelity is his hard limit.
“I knew he wouldn’t do any of that though. He was too worried about what Brad would do if he found out.”
“Just let me fucking deal with him,” Lorenzo says with a snarl.
Nathan shakes his head and gives Lorenzo an exasperated look. “He’s a cop. A decorated detective. You can’t use your usual methods, buddy. Especially not after he’s been accusing your girlfriend here of killing his brother. We need to be smart about this.”
“So what the fuck do you suggest?” Lorenzo snaps.
“Well, I’m betting any guy who would take advantage of his brother’s wife and then call her a whore because she breaks it off isn’t the stand-up guy everybody thinks he is. I’m sure that with a little digging, we can find some leverage on this prick,” Drake says.
“Agreed. We’ll get our best guys on it. And we’ll have someone look into the sister too. Maybe that’s an avenue worth exploring. But the further you stay from this guy, the better,” Nathan warns Lorenzo.
Grumbling, Lorenzo agrees. “But I’ll kill the piece of shit if I ever see him again.”
I squeeze his hand, but he still doesn’t look at me.
“How about for now you let us do our thing and try not to kill anyone in the meantime?” Nathan stares at us, his eyebrows pointedly raised.
Lorenzo stands, pulling me up with him. “I’ll do my best, but no promises.”
* * *
We’rein the elevator by the time I pluck up the courage to raise the issue of my affair. Lorenzo leans against the wall opposite me, his jaw set.
“I’m sorry,” I choke out on a sob.
I don’t even finish taking my next breath before I’m wrapped in his huge arms. “What the hell for, sunshine?”
My chest heaves as I cry. I’ve tried my best to forget about those months with Jake and pretend they never happened. I feel so much guilt for breaking my marriage vows. While it was nice at first to have someone to care about me, he soon became as possessive and demanding as his older brother. I lived in constant fear of Brad finding out, but Jake made it hard to say no to him. “I-I know you hate cheating, and I…Jake and I were never—” Another sob steals the rest of my sentence.
“Hey.” He smooths my hair back and kisses the top of my head. “That prick took advantage of you when you were at your most vulnerable. That was not cheating, it was an extension of his brother’s abuse.”
I bury my head against his chest, comforted by his warmth, his familiar smell, but most of all, by his understanding. “So, you’re not mad?”
“Not at you, Mia.”
“I thought you were disappointed in me.”
“Never.” He kisses my head again. “But we really need to work on your self-esteem because those Mulcahy brothers made you believe that you’re worthless. When I’m done training you, you’ll believe me when I tell you that you’re nothing less than perfect. You understand me?”
My cheek brushes against the soft wool of his coat as I nod my agreement.
“That’s my good girl.”
ChapterSixty-Five
MIA
Iplace my hand on the door and shivers of both excitement and trepidation shoot through me. Lorenzo sent me a text message asking—no, instructing—me to meet him in the bedroom. He went out with Dante for a few hours when we got back from our appointment with the lawyers, and despite spending a lovely afternoon with Kat and the kids, I still feel a little wobbly. Reliving my affair with Jake and having Lorenzo learn about it at the same time really shook me. And even though he told me it changed nothing between us, I crave his reassurance. He truly has turned me into a needy sub.
With that thought in mind and a faint smile on my face, I enter the bedroom. He’s sitting on the bed wearing only his suit pants, legs spread wide as he stares at me. I close the door behind me, and my pulse thrums an erratic beat.
“Come here, sunshine,” he orders in his signature low growl that rumbles through my bones. I walk toward him, the wooden floor warm beneath my bare feet. As soon as I reach him, he nods, indicating the space between his thighs. “Kneel.”
I drop to my knees at his feet, licking my lips in anticipation, and a grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Turn around.”
I do as he instructs. What wickedly sinful ideas are going through his head right now? He surprises me by running a brush through my hair. I close my eyes and sigh with contentment. Once he’s finished untangling it, he begins to braid my hair into a thick plait. He’s efficient at it too, securing the end with a hair tie when he’s done.
