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I look at Alessandro, realizing I don’t actually know for sure that it isn’t true. He shakes his head, shrugging.
“Believe what you want.” I pause, then realize this might be the best chance I’ll have to get more information on what he told me during the jail visit. “Alessandro isn’t the one who arranged to have me married when I was a fucking kid. That was all you.”
He laughs. “All me?All me?That shit was everybodybutme. Ask your mother. Ask your Uncle Jackie, if you can find where they buried him. God, that shit was a fuckingjoke. Fuck Alessandro, fuck his grandfather, and fuck his worthless parents. Fuck your mother, too, while we’re at it.”
There’s some kind of commotion on his end of the phone. A loud rustling, voices in the background. Then the line goes dead.
Alessandro stares at me. “You have any idea what that was about? He was cursing everybody there at the end. I thought the pope was next.”
“No. But I’d like to find out.”
“So would I. What’s the deal with your Uncle Jackie?”
“My mom’s brother. He died around the time I was born. Honestly, I don’t know much about him. We never talked about him much.”
“Was he part of the life?”
“Probably. My mom’s whole side of the family pretty much is.”
He takes a deep breath. “We should go home. I don’t expect much will come of it, but your dad sounded like he might have something up his sleeve. If he’s planning a move, I need to be in Bover City to handle it.”
“You don’t want to leave me here? Make sure I’m safely out of the way?” I adjust my expression quickly to make sure he knows I’m joking.
He shakes his head. “Chances are your dad was just bullshitting, trying to scare us. Either way, though, I’ll make sure you’re safe. I can have Sal put some men on standby to act as bodyguards.”
I kiss his cheek. “I like that better than having to hide out in Idaho. Or Alaska.”
My husband strokes my face, putting his forehead to mine. “I told you, Ava. Nothing is going to keep us apart ever again. And I meant it.”
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Alessandro
Ava and I fly back to Bover City the next day, and sitting next to my wife on the plane makes me feel like such a fucking man.
This is the way things should be. With my woman at my side.
I almost lost this, but I didn’t. I got her back. She’s mine.
For real, this time. Forever.
I can’t resist slipping my hand down the front of her tights as we’re cruising at 35,000 feet. She inhales, making eye contact, pretending to cuddle up under her thin little blanket.
“Yours,” she whispers, then moans softly as I shift my fingers.
“Mine,” I whisper back, feeling smug.
I cup her pussywith my hand for the rest of the flight. Occasionally, I give her soft lips a little stroke, or she squeezes me with her thighs. It feels so wonderfully intimate, so perfectly right.
Mine.
***
Dominic picks us up at the Bover City airport in the late afternoon. “Good to see you both,” he says, shooting me a knowing look as he meets us at the baggage claim. “How’s the ear? You’re cleaning that thing, right?”
“It’s healing.” I can’t help but beam at him as I put an arm around Ava. Having my wife back makes me feel very proud. “And don’t worry, Ava is making sure I take good care of it.”
Ava hugs him. “Hey, Dom. Thanks for picking us up.”
