Page 72 of Defiled Innocence

“You’re not as complicated as I thought. You’re very simple.”

I lean back on the couch, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her back to my chest. Nothing comparesto this feeling right here. My freshly fucked wife, snuggling with me on my couch.

Perfection has been achieved.

“I am. Marry. Have Children. Enjoy life. Simple.” I kiss her forehead again. “Let’s finish watching this stupid man ruin his life, then I’m taking you to bed.”

“I’m not that tired,” she argues.

“I didn’t say we were going to sleep.” I press the play button on the remote and rest my chin on her head.

Yes. Perfection.

Amelia

“He really goes everywhere you go, huh?” Sarah peeks over my shoulder. I have to twist a little to see who she’s talking about.

This bar is tiny. At least five fire codes are being broken by having so many people in here to listen to Rust Riot.

We need to book one more band for the carnival nights, and Sarah insists this one is the one.

They’re loud, they play hard rock, and I’m pretty sure one of the piercings on the drummer’s cheek is slightly infected. But other than that, she’s right. They’re going to be a big hit.

“Boris?” I laugh. “Yes. Unfortunately, he’s stuck being my shadow.”

“Because he works for the mafia, right?” She leans in to ask her question, even though with all the music and yelling going on around us, no one would hear her.

Someone bumps into her as they pass through the crowd, and she knocks into me.

I manage to keep the domino effect from continuing, and steady us both. “Why would you think that?”

It’s a ridiculous question, and she gives me a look that expresses that exact thought.

Rust Riot ends their set, and the crowd shouts and claps them off the stage.

“So?” she asks with wide eyes.

“I love them. Should we try to get backstage to talk to them now?” I move up to my tiptoes to see where they’ve headed.

“We can try, but they usually take off right away.” She shrugs when I wait for more information. “I might have tried to meet the guitarist once or twice.”

I laugh. “No luck?”

“Not yet.” She pumps her eyebrows up and down.

“I’ll call them in the morning then,” I say as the crowd pushes us both in a wave of movement.

“So.” She nudges me with her arm. “What’s it like being married to the mob?”

I roll my eyes. “You’ve seen too many movies.”

“I know.” She sighs. “But tell me anyway.”

“It’s an arrangement. That’s all. I told you all of this. Dmitri and I aren’t like regular married people.”

“Didn’t you tell me earlier he sat watching trashy TV with you two nights ago?” She tilts her head. “Guys don’t do that for girls they don’t like.”

“We just hadn’t really seen each other in a few days, that’s all.”

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