Page 75 of Where Quiet Hearts Scream
“She doesn’t have to win if we don’t want her to. You know that. There’s a ton of stuff we can do. Think of all the dirt we have on her.”
“You’re right. But all in due course. I need that signature.”
“Well, you’ve practically got it. You just have to fly down there in person. A mini honeymoon perhaps.”
He’s joking but it’s actually not a bad idea.
“I have more good news if you can handle it?”
“Go on.”
“We got the last two guys.”
“What?” My chest thumps triumphantly. “Ajello’s men?”
“The very same. Dead now. Dumped a few miles out in the Bay.”
I walk to the chair at the end of the landing. I have to sit down. This is huge. I’ve finally finished off myfather’s right-hand man. He has no one. No business, no connections, no territory. He’s over.
“Where’s Ajello?”
“In hiding, but we know exactly where. Do you want to do the honor?”
Do I want to put a bullet through that man’s skull? Sure I do. But do I want to waste more time on that soul-sucking cretin when I could be here a few more hours eating out my wife?
“No. But make sure he hears my name before his lights go out.”
“It’s done. Anything else you need from me?”
“No. I’m laying low a couple of days.” I can pretty much hear Arrow frown in surprise. “Few things here I need to take care of.”
“Okay boss. I’ll text you when it’s done.”
I hang up and let the relief flood through me.
It’s over.
Aldo Ajello is getting a bullet between the eyes, his entire gangland and livelihood destroyed. He’s finally gotten what he deserves and he’s going to know whose hands dealt the final blow. That’s karma, bitch.
With lighter shoulders, I stand and walk back to my wife’s bedroom—ourbedroom— and slide in beside her wearing only my boxers. After being deprived of touching this woman and her perfect flesh for months, I want skin on skin.
I rest my head on a propped elbow and watch her breathe. It soothes my bones and lifts even more weight from my being. I could lie like this and watch her sleepfor an eternity, but just as I form those words in my mind, she wakes up.
She blinks groggily then slowly turns her head. A pretty flush crawls up her cheeks, illuminating her small freckles and sleepy blue eyes.
I stroke a curl of hair from her face. “Sleep okay?”
“Umm, yeah,” she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. “Good, actually.”
“Thank you for last night.”
Her eyes narrow as she recalls what I did to her, then a fresh surge of blood floods her cheeks. “I didn’t do anything. I should be thanking you.”
I let out a quiet smirk. “You did enough.”
Her smooth brow dips to a frown and she sits up, pushing herself back against the pillows. “I thought you would have… you know…” She drops her gaze to her fingernails.
I hesitate for a few seconds, then it dawns on me what she’s trying to say. “Fucked you?”
