Page 101 of Dangerous Devotion

This was it.

The image of Jemma with anyone else—even in jest—made my blood boil. I’d entertained the thought once, briefly, but the reality of my feelings hit me like a truck.

Jemma was mine and mine alone. No sharing. No threesomes. Nothing.

“Gabe,” I growled. “Stop the car. Right the fuck now.”

Gabe gave me a what-the-fuck stare but did as told.

As soon as we came to a stop, I got out, rounded the hood, and yanked open the car door, my patience snapping like a frayed wire. “Out,” I growled at Dom, who looked more amused than intimidated.

“Come on, Vince, we were just?—”

“Now.” My tone left no room for argument. “You can hitch a ride in one of the other vehicles or walk for all I care.”

Dom raised his hands in surrender, a smirk playing on his lips as he opened his belt and slid out of the car.

I took his place next to Jemma, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary.

Matt chuckled from Jemma’s other side. “Bit overprotective there, aren’t we, big brother?”

I ignored him and focused on Jemma instead. She was biting her lip, trying to suppress a smile.

I couldn’t tell if she was amused or annoyed by my behavior, and that uncertainty only fueled my irritation. I knew I was behaving irrationally, but I didn’t even care.

“Matt,” I said, my voice clipped. “Sit up front.”

Matt raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. He squeezedJemma’s hand before moving to the passenger seat, and I immediately pulled Jemma closer to me.

As Matt settled in, Gabe glanced at him. “Does he act like this all the time?”

Matt chuckled, shaking his head. “Only since he met Jemma for the first time. You should have seen him when he crowded her, and she hit him. He didn’t even flinch. They were hilarious to watch from day one.”

I tuned out their laughter, focusing instead on the woman in my arms. I followed her gaze through the back window and watched until Dom disappeared into one of the vehicles behind us.

Let them laugh. I didn’t care. Jemma was my wife, and I wanted nobody too close to her but me. And I especially didn’t need my brother or Dom to proposition her or ask about her sexual preferences. I tightened my arm around her, savoring the warmth of her body against mine. She was here, she was safe, and she was mine. That was all that mattered.

Jemma looked up at me, her green eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and something else I couldn’t quite place. She cupped my cheek, and her gentle touch instantly calmed the storm of jealousy that had been raging inside me just minutes ago.

“You’re impossible,” she said, her voice filled with affection rather than annoyance. Her green eyes locked with mine, a small smile playing on her lips. “Chill, Vince. I’m yours and nothing and nobody will ever change that.”

Her words washed over me like a soothing balm. I pulled her closer, buried my face in her hair, and inhaled her scent. She was right. She was mine, and I was hers. Nothing else mattered.

“Not even a threesome with Dom,” she whispered and popped my calm state like a balloon with the prick of a needle.

I glared at her, and she just grinned.

Little brat, you just wait.

As we pulled up to Gabe’s sprawling estate, I felt a mix of anticipation and unease. It had been too long since I’d been here. My mother had taken us a lot as kids, almost every summer, but once she was gone, I never visited again…and I wasn’t sure what to expect.

The moment we stepped out of the car, the front door burst open. Sophie came rushing out, her pregnant belly leading the way, with Cara hot on her heels. They made a beeline for Jemma and Fee, enveloping them in a tangle of arms and squeals of delight.

Before I could even process the reunion, the women had whisked Jemma and Fee away, their excited chatter fading as they disappeared into the house.

“Start getting used to sharing your wife because those girls together—they can chat for days,” Cristo said, joining the little group of men that had assembled.

I slapped his back. I’d kept in contact with Cristo the most throughout the years even though he was the youngest of the Falcone brothers. Especially during the years Gabe was gone.

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