Page 108 of Morally Corrupt

"Run!" Bianca urges her, and Allegra does as she's told, leaving my wife and me alone in this goddamn closet.

I'm thankful it's done, to be honest, and I'm about to head out when Bianca stops me.

"Did you touch her?" she asks, her eyes pinning me to the spot.

"What? Of course not," I say casually, and I make for the door. Bianca once again grabs my arm and twirls me around, so I'm against the wall.

"Did you fucking touch her?" What is wrong with the female species? I get rid of a predator just to get myself yelled at by a jealous woman.

Wait… I suddenly stop at that thought.

Jealous? Is Bianca jealous? Because that would imply feelings, and she's not capable of that. Or…

"No," I answer once again, and she starts her tirade.

"Good, because God help me if you ever so much as…" I stop her mid-sentence when I take advantage of my superior strength and switch us around, so she is now the one pinned to the wall. My hand goes at her throat, enjoying the feel of her soft skin and her throbbing pulse.

"If I ever so much as?" I ask, brushing my cheek against her hair.

"If you ever as much as look at another woman," she starts but can't seem to continue as my fingers massage her pulse.

"Yes?"

"If you ever…" she moans, and that's when I attack.

"Let me tell you. If you ever think I would stoop so low as to break my marriage vows, even when my wife is a fucking sociopath, then you are sorely mistaken." I release her and step out of the storage closet, heading directly for the bar.

This night just can't get any better, and we haven't even planted the bugs. As I beeline for the bar, I see a disheveled Allegra talking to Enzo, her body language suggesting she's playing the victim.

Enzo looks at her with obvious distaste. I shake my head at the scene and continue on my way. I order another bourbon, this time tipping the glass back and enjoying the amber liquid's burn.

Man… I gotta admit, though. Bianca looked so hot, all aggressive and jealous. It almost makes me want to try it again, just to see her all worked up.

Almost.

Because I know she would actually kill the other woman. Why am I not more bothered by that, I really can't say.

After finishing the drink, I take a few minutes to compose myself before seeking Bianca to complete this mission and get out of here. Since Jimenez isn't present, there isn't a reason for us to linger around.

I exit the ballroom and look around until I'm at the entrance of the drawing room. There are a few ongoing poker games at different tables, and I finally spot Bianca by one of the tables, rooted to the spot.

I make my way towards her and realize she's looking at something with an odd, longing look on her face. I turn my attention towards the table and see one of the men spreading some white powder into a clean line before rolling a one-hundred-dollar bill and sniffing it off the table.

Bianca's mouth opens ever so slightly, and her feet move. I quickly realize she's craving this, being that it's only a few days since she's detoxed.

As her feet take her towards her addiction, so do mine.

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BIANCA

After Adrian storms out of the closet, I rush after him. At some point, I lose sight of him in the throng of people, so I walk around here and there, trying to see if I can spot him.

We still need to complete the mission!

I somehow end up in the other wing of the house and close to the study.

Should I…

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