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“I didn’t realize you knew,” she remarked as I continued massaging her ankles.
“It comes with the profession,” I said. “Or I’d be dead many times over.”
She chuckled. “You think I want you dead?”
“Well, you did shoot me once,” I reminded her.
Throwing her head back, she laughed, and I couldn’t help but grin.
“Not to worry, Luca. I don’t want to lose your hands, so I won’t be shooting you again.”
I dipped my head. “That is good to know, Wife. Now, tell me. Did you like watching me jerk off?”
Margaret’s cheeks flushed crimson, and I could see her nipples perk through the thin material of her dress.
“It was pretty hot,” she admitted, surprising me. Just when I thought she couldn’t. “Did you know there are sex clubs where you can go watch people have sex and stuff?”
“I did,” I told her, keeping my voice even. “Have you been to one before?”
Jealousy slithered through my veins like poison.
“No.” She sighed, returning her attention back to the screen. For a few minutes, she remained quiet. “Have you?”
“I have,” I admitted. She straightened up. “Before you get all worked up, it was only in passing.”
“Where?” she demanded to know.
“There is one exclusive club here in the city,” I said. “It is by invitation only. The Euphoria Vault.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh. Really? Attending that club at least once is on my bucket list.” That was the last thing I expected to come out of her mouth. “What?” she asked defensively. “Tell me you don’t have a bucket list.”
I studied her.
“I’m more interested in what else is on your bucket list,” I mused.
She leaned back into the couch. “I’ll tell you if you start massaging my ankles again.”
My eyes lowered and I realized my fingers gripped her ankle, no longer massaging it. I restarted the circular movements, massaging her feet, her sparkly red toes and then back to her ankles.
“I’m waiting,” I reminded her. She looked at me with a raised brow. “For the remainder of your bucket list,” I clarified.
“Rome was on my bucket list,” she answered. “But I’ve seen it. Sex club. Learn to play chess. See the Northern Lights.” She took a deep breath, then exhaled. “There is more, but I can’t remember at this moment.”
Silence followed. It didn’t take long for her eyes to droop and fall asleep withRoman Holidayplaying in the background and my brain vigorously working at making her bucket list happen.
ChapterThirty
MARGARET
Father’s laughter died.
The foyer felt ominous and dark. Except that rays of sunshine poured through the windows. It didn’t look any different than usual. But then it did. When we stepped into it.
Foreboding squeezed my chest. The day had started so well. Da came and picked me up early from school. He said it was our special time, and we’d have ice cream. We’d spend the day alone. Just him and I.
Sometimes Da didn’t look happy in our home. He always seemed happy in Uncle Jack’s home, but Mother hated it there.
I dropped my school backpack on the ground and waited. Usually my brothers tackled me. Or my mother scolded me.
