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He even tries to, and I will kill him. Jade's brother or not.

"But he can be cruel. Remember that, and you'll be fine."

Adelina swallows hard but nods. "Thank you." She gives Annemarie and Hayes a small smile before walking away, no doubt regretting coming over and mentioning the serial killer that’s on the loose.

"So," I begin when we're alone. Annemarie and Hayes are leaving, wanting to take advantage of the fact they’re childless this evening.

Jade looks up at me with a raised brow and a smile playing on her lips. "Don't ask questions if you're not going to be able to deal with the consequences," she says low, so no one can overhear us.

"Are you the Chicago Mangler?" I ask, but I already know the answer. She is.

She sighs. "And so what if I am?"

"Then I'd make sure I have my attorney on hand and that we have a solid alibi."

Her eyes soften and she leans into me. "You're so getting lucky tonight."

I chuckle at her. "I’d fucking hope so. I dressed up for you."

Her smile is bright and contagious. "You did?” she says with a straight face. "And here I thought it was fancy dress and you Italians came dressed like the Corleone family."

My brows furrow. "Who?"

Her mouth drops open. "Please," she begs me, “tell me you're joking. That you have seen The Godfather."

I smirk. Of course I have. She’s just fun to mess with. She slaps my chest. "You're an ass.”

"No,Mia cara, your ass is phenomenal. So, I'm taking this as a yes to getting my attorney on speed dial?"

She slides her arm around my waist and presses closer to me. "No,mo chroí, that's Annemarie's job. She'll be pissed if you take it away from her.”

“How many left?" I ask quietly.

"One. The main guy."

"When you get him,Principessa, I'll be there."

She grins. "You and everyone else. My men are taking it in turns to keep me company.”

I should be horrified that my wife’s a serial killer, but I'm not. In fact, I quite like the vengeful streak she has.

God help anyone that gets on the wrong side of her.

CHAPTER19

JADE

Walking out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my body, I see Rocco sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze firmly on me. His eyes darker than usual and filled with heat and lust.

“Don’t,” I warn him. “You’ve had your fill today,” I remind him of the fact that we’ve already had sex twice this morning and it’s not even eleven a.m. yet. Not to mention I’m bone-ass tired because someone kept me awake for most of the night.

His grin is cocky as he rises from the bed and stalks toward me. “That,Mia cara, is where you're wrong.” His hands slide around my waist, his lips inches from mine.

Goosebumps race across my skin as the heat in his gaze intensifies. “Oh, and how’s that?” I question with a raised brow.

“I’ll never have my fill.” He presses his thick cock against me, proving his point.

“Well, as much as I love that cock of yours, I’m tired and I’m red fucking raw. So, you’ll just have to wait.”