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He never wanted to talk privately, which meant something wasn’t right. Maybe he suspected that the snitch was Antonio or Diego, two guys who had been in the family for fifty years now.

So, I followed him out of the warehouse and to my car. “What is it?”

“You were out with someone tonight,” Pietro said. “Not Laila.”

Fucking Giulio. Of course he opened his big mouth.

“She’s the help,” I said to him. “Laila knows I brought her out.”

“The help, huh?” Pietro asked. “You hold hands with the help?”

“You’re one to talk, Pietro,” I said between my teeth. “You have a new girl every night.”

“I don’t have a wife. What’re you becoming now, Dad?” He shoved me. “You remember how heartbroken Mom was every single time he came home with another woman’s perfume on his collar.”

“She means nothing to me, Pietro. Drop it.”

“Are you fucking her because you’re incapable of getting a woman pregnant? You think it’s okay?”

I growled and slammed my hands hard into his chest. “Shut the fuck up.”

How fucking dare he bring that up into the conversation! He knew nothing about what happened in my marriage, didn’t know the first thing about what we enjoyed, how we lived, how much I wished to give Laila a baby.

This had been Laila’s idea.

“You’re my fucking brother,” Pietro said. “I’m not going to tell Laila, but you have to fucking quit it.”

“I’m not doing anything with her.”

“Look me dead in the fucking face, Constantino, and tell me you’re not fucking her.”

“I don’t have to say shit to you,” I growled, shoving him away again.

He stopped me and pushed me back. “I can’t believe you.”

Fury rushed through me. I snatched his collar and shoved him against the car, staring him right in the eyes. “Whatever Laila and I are doing in the bedroom is none of your business, Pietro. You don’t know the first thing about our preferences, so shut the fuck up.”

“You talk like Laila knows about her.”

Laila didn’t want anyone to know. And despite us being in a bit of a fight right now, I wouldn’t put Laila in harm’s way like that.

“She does. She’s our housekeeper,” I said through gritted teeth. After hardening my glare, I set my lips into a tight line and shoved him back. “I don’t have fucking time for this. It’s nearly three in the morning. I need to get back home to Laila. She’s waiting for me.”

“You sure you don’t want to stop by your maid’s house on the way home?”

Deciding to ignore him, I gritted my teeth and stormed back to my SUV. Nobody in this fucking family could keep their mouth shut. And one day soon, it would get us in trouble.

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Fingers moved in small circles around my clit. I slowly blinked my eyes open to adjust to the bright morning light and pushed myself back against the body behind me. For a moment, I thought Constantino was lying beside me, but Laila moaned softly into my ear. Warmth spread through my core, and I clenched.

After I had overheard Laila and Constantino’s fight last night, I’d decided it’d be best to excuse myself and sleep in my own bed, which meant that Laila must’ve … come down here and decided to lie with me herself sometime after I fell asleep.

She moved her fingers between my folds, back and forth over my sensitive clit. I ground my ass back against her pussy, my entire body aching for a release from her after her husband ruined me last night in the bath.

I was her toy to use. I had to remind myself of that.

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