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“May I come, Daddy?... Please, Marco. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I know. Come in five. Four. Three. Two. Now.”

My count is slow as I thrust into her over and over. She screams out my name as I call out hers. I may have blacked out there for a moment. I hurry to unfasten the restraints, so she can straighten her legs and move her shoulders. She flops forward onto me as we pant.

“You’re amazing, tesoro.”

“So are you, amore mio.”

I’m just about to tell her what it does to me to hear her call me that. But my phone buzzes three times on the dresser where I placed it when we passed it on the way to the bathroom. It stops. Then rings three more times.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.”

Chapter Sixteen

Beth

“What is it?”

I follow Marco’s pissed off stare to his phone on the dresser. It rang three times, then stopped. It keeps doing that pattern as Marco stands up. I watch his chiseled ass muscles flex with each step. His body is a temple I’ll gladly worship at until I die.

“Cosa vuoi?” What do you want?

Sounds like Marco isn’t thrilled to speak to whoever is on the other end. He remains quiet, but I can’t hear anything. Even if I could, it’s probably in Italian. Clearly, he doesn’t want me to know what’s happening since he answered in Italian. It’s mostly a one-sided conversation with him listening until he hangs up.

“Why do you speak Italian and not Sicilian?”

I don’t know why I blurted that question, but it tumbles out. I guess it’s something else I don’t know about him and want to.

“I do speak Sicilian, but rarely. Most of the families we’re connected to have Sicilian roots, but over the years, Italian became the common language because it allowed us to communicate with people from other regions. It’s the default now.”

I nod. Makes sense.

“We need to go to Uncle Sal’s. Something’s come up, and I’m not comfortable with you staying here without me. I don’t want you at my place alone, either.”

I stare at him. I don’t want to go out and be around other people. I like the little bubble we created here. He walks over to me and perches on the edge of the bed.

“I have to go out tonight, and I don’t want you as unprotected here as you will be. Even with the guards outside your door and outside your building, I don’t want you alone here.”

“Outside my door?”

I look past him and into the living room. We left the bedroom door open. Did those men hear us? I’m fucking mortified.

“I had three men with us to walk to a restaurant and look what happened. Did you really think I would take you anywhere and not have guards posted outside the door?”

“I didn’t think about it.”

“Well, I did. I spoke to Luca while you talked to Auntie Paola after the press conference. He knows I want the detail tripled and around the clock. No one is coming near you again. But I still won’t be at ease with you somewhere like either of our places. Uncle Sal’s property is in a gated community behind its own gate. The walls are high, and he has armed men patrolling it twenty-four seven.”

Scary and reassuring at the same time.

“I’m sure you won’t tell me where you’re going, but can you tell me if you’ll be alone?”

“I won’t be. The other wives will be there with you, too.”

Other wives. I’m not one of them. But he’s watching me, and the expression he’s giving me tells me not to argue with the obvious.

“Does that mean you’re all going to do whatever this is?”

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