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“No problem,Tesoro.”
“I’ll go change and meet you at the car, ok?” She kissed my lips for just a second and disappeared out of the room skipping without waiting for an answer. Looks like I’ve been given a command by my wife and it didn’t bother me in the slightest.
I waited so long for this. I craved to have her just as we were now – intimate. There were no boundaries between us, no walls. Grazia and I, we were two hearts beating at once. We shared love, passion and anger and I wanted it all.
My wife was not just queen of the mafia, she was my partner. She was not shy of our world and I didn’t need to hide from her. At the end of the day, I could come home, sit at my dinner table, and talk to my wife about my problems. It was a luxury a few men in my circle had.
I went to the parking lot and sat next to the Maserati until Grazia walked out of the building. She had a short skirt and a cute top on, and now her hair was let free to flow down like a chocolate waterfall. She did that for me. On hot summer days like this one, she preferred her hair up in a ponytail, but she knew how much I loved it falling down over her shoulders.
She jumped in the passenger seat before I got a chance to get out and open the car door for her.
“Do you want to drive,Tesoro?” This was her favorite car.
“No, it’s ok. My legs hurt. Hey, do you have any idea what Chiara will be wearing tonight? I don’t know what dress to pick.”
“It’s a family dinner at Pietro’s house, Grazi. No need for dressing up. What you’re wearing is fine. We’re already late, so we’re going straight to the party.”
“But I need things from the house.”
“Grazi, you look fine, and Pietro’s gift was delivered to his house this morning.” I grinned, remembering the sexy, custom-made Colt Walker pistol I got for him. For a gun collector like Pietro, that gift was better than pussy.
“I bought some things for Francesco and I was hoping we would have time to grab them.” I loved how much she loved my nephew.
“We can’t. I have to make a business stop and we’re already running late.”
“Ok.”
I looked to the passenger seat to see her pouting.
“Grazi, what’s wrong? You can tell Chiara to bring the kid to our house tomorrow to get his gifts.”
She sighed. “I know. I just wanted to make him happy.”
“He’s fine. What is this really about?”
“Not important.” Her shoulders raised in a quick shrug.
Not important? Everything about her was important. Vital.
“Tell me.”
“I miss Victoria and Emiliano, that’s all. The kids store I got those gifts for Franci is their favorite place when I take them out shopping.”
“Giovani’s children.” Grazia talked about them all the time. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I married you.” My name pulled her away from her kin; that was just a reality. She was better off without a father like Fabiano Caputo, but I knew she was suffering because of her brothers and it was fucking killing me.
Grazi never let it show or talked about missing them, but I knew this woman better than I knew my own heart. A part of her bright spirit was withering because she was married to me and that was keeping me up at night.
My hand itched to go to the gun I had tucked in the glove compartment. One bullet in the back of Fabiano’s head and I could feel the sweet taste of revenge. If he’d be dead, then Grazia’s brothers wouldn’t have any reason to keep their backs turned to her, but I knew she wouldn’t let me. It didn’t matter if Fabiano deserved it – if he owed me a life for the one he took – my wife had a gentle soul and she wouldn’t go to sleep in peace next to the man that killed her father.
“Sasa, stop.” Her small hand landed on top of mine. “I love my family, but if they never speak another word to me again, I still won’t regret being your wife.”
I pulled her palm up to my lips and kissed it, praying that she would feel the same for the rest of her life.
Chapter 23
