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I think I can get used to this side of my husband. I just hope I can learn to trust him again.
Twenty
Romeo – Two Weeks Later
I sighas I remove my jacket, walking through the front door later than I fucking wanted.
Work lasted longer than expected, which has fucking pissed me off. I hoped to be home by dinner to convince El to return to our room.
It's been weeks without her tight heat, and I've had enough of waiting.
Things have been going well. We've been talking, getting our feelings out, which for me is fucking hard. I'm supposed to be the badass, scary Don, but where my wife is concerned, I'm a puppy.
She's nineteen weeks pregnant now, glowing, and looks delicious—I need her….
I know our problems haven't disappeared, I'm not fucking stupid, but it doesn't mean we need to sort them out with her in the guest room.
Liliya is no longer a problem; Mikhail too El’s advice, and has put Liliya on house arrest while he sorts out a marriage with a Made Man in the Spanish Mafia. This is the fourth guy he’s triedto set her up with, the others certain they’d kill her after one meeting.
This guy doesn’t give a shit, he just wants to appease his leader.
My time is now solely focused on my wife and work. We have no one coming between us anymore, fuck, even that fucker at her work has stayed clear since I started coming to her work for lunch.
There should be nothing holding her back, allowing me to hold her in my fucking arms at night….
I climb the stairs, and with a frustrated groan, I turn to the right, heading to the stupid fucking guestroom, needing eyes on my wife before I carry her to our bed where she belongs.
Enough is enough.
I open the door, then frown, seeing the room looking like it used to before she moved in. I look around and frown. The closet door is open, and fuck me, it's empty.
My heart starts to thud, and my palms sweat as I rush to the bathroom. All her things are gone.
"Fuck," I curse and quickly grab my phone to check her whereabouts with the necklace Mamma gave her.
Panic hits when her red dot shows she’s here.
Fuck, fuck, fuck….
I run out of the room and head to our room while getting my brother's number up.
He answers on the fourth ring.
"A little bit busy with our rat,fratello," Antonio snaps.
Ah yes, the reason why I was late. Some fucking employee was selling our sales information to a competitor. Antonio volunteered to chop his body up and burn it so I could come home, despite him wanting to go see his wife.
"I know, fuck, I just…." My words trail off as I enter our room and see all my wife's belongings back in their original places.
Her jewelry is placed neatly on her dresser, my t-shirt is placed neatly on the end of the bed, pictures of our sonogram on her side of the bed.
The bathroom door is open a jar, and I hear water splashing, and freeze.
"Fratello, what's wrong?" Antonio asks with concern.
I clear my throat, looking around the room and rasp, "Nothing, I, uh…fuck, I thought El had gone, but it turns out she's moved back into our room."
He chuckles. "Well, it's about fucking time. Go get your wife,fratello."