Page 23 of Stolen Wife
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I MAKE A CALL TO MYlawyer to act like I really just spoke to him just in case they manage to double check. Our call is short and just as I hang up, my cell phone rings. “Hello?”
“We got people creeping around the house,” Joey says.
“Good. Call the cops. I don’t want anyone snooping around my property. When you’re done, come into my office and report to me.” I hang up, seething with rage. What I have to do is going to kill me, but I have to do it.
When Joey comes in, he’s brought an officer in with him. “Hello, Mr. Marchetti. I’m Officer Burton. I was informing your man here that I can’t arrest the people in the vehicle for loitering, but I warned them to stay away and waited for them to pull off. If they should return, then you can call again and we’ll treat it as stalking.”
“Who the hell was lurking out there?” I question.
He looks at his notes and then says, “Faustino Milan.” One of my father’s goons that was at the house the day I was there. This changes everything. I won’t be visiting my father’s ever again. I can’t believe that they were so bold. They must not understand the monster they created.
“Okay. I see.” He hands me a copy of the report he filled out for my records.
“Thank you, Officer.” I shake his hand and walk him to the door, staying there until he drives away.
“In my office, now.” My teeth are grinding as I think about the chance that they could have spotted Giada. There’s only one vantage point that would allow it, and I’m hoping that they didn’t see it.
“Sorry. I tried to get him to leave, but he wanted a word with you before he could file a complaint. Besides, without letting him in, it would look suspicious.”
“I’m not pissed. It’s smart, but I have an idea. I’m going to need you to visit some family in Ireland.”
“I don’t have family there,” he remarks, looking at me with suspicion.
“You do now.” Understanding my meaning, he listens as I continue to explain my plan.
After everything is set up, I say, “I’m going to speak to her.”
I stand up and walk out of my office and upstairs. Unlocking the door, I see her sitting on the bed watching television. I lean on the mattress and grab the remote, clicking it off. Closing the distance, I hover over her, grabbing her by the hair and tugging her head back so she can feel how much she drives me nuts. “Now, it’s time we talk about that mouth of yours,” I say as I skim my lips over her jaw.
“Whatever. Just another Marchetti male.” She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Watch what you say. Don’t make me do this the hard way, because trust me when I say that’s not what you want.”
“I knew you were no different. Sold me a lie and then trapped me.”
“Oh, you’re mistaken, and I thought I made that perfectly clear. I want you here, and I want you in every damn way imaginable, but I’m not going to tell my brother that.”
“But I’m everything you said you didn’t want.”
“Yes, part of that’s true.”
“Get away from me. I can’t, Santino.” She pushes my chest, and that’s when I see the sparkle on her finger. Snarling like a wild beast, I stare at the rings she has on.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” I grab her fingers and yank the rings off. I want to melt these fuckers down and sell them for scraps.
“Hey! Those are mine,” she exclaims.
“The hell they are. You. Are. Mine. Don’t wear another man’s gift again—especially from him.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Do you really want to go back to him?” I question. She’s hurt, so she’s trying to retaliate, but that’s not going to work.
“No.”
“Then don’t ever play that fucking game with me again.” I wave the rings in front of her face.
“I hate you.” She crosses her arms, but I’m betting it’s to hide her pebbled nipples. She’s turned on, and it’s all in her expression.
“Well, that’s too fucking bad.” I crush my mouth to hers, then pull away quickly. “Goodnight.”
I walk out of the bedroom, hoping that the next time I come in there, she’s sleeping. I can’t have her fight me on this next step. It’s going to kill me to let her go, but I’m expecting a raid tomorrow.