Page 100 of Devious Kingpin
“We could stay in bed,” I suggested, breaking the kiss. “All day.”
Her smile widened, but she shook her head. “Get up or I swear, I’m gonna sleep on the couch.” Her threat would never come to fruition because I’d get rid of every couch in this house if need be. She wrapped her slim fingers around my bicep and pulled me up. “Now let’s get dressed.”
Ten minutes later, we left the bedroom. Me wearing a three-piece suit and Juliette wearing her signature jeans with her yellow sweater.
Juliette dragged me through the house. When I attempted to shift our path to the kitchen, she shook her head.
“No time.”
I grinned at her excitement. “Time for what?”
“You’re going to ruin the surprise,” she scolded.
“I’m scared of your surprises, Wildling,” I admitted. “Usually they end up in smashed windshields or shut-down casinos.”
She smiled gleefully. “I promise nothing bad this time.”
My wife looked so damn beautiful and happy, it made my heart flutter in my chest. Yes, this woman made a fucking wimp out of me. I wondered if she’d laugh in my face if I got down on one knee and proposed to her properly.
I wanted to slide a ring on her finger because she said “yes” and not because I tricked her into it. But that would mean I’d have to admit to her my wrongdoings, and I feared that would take us two steps backward instead of forward.
“Come on,” she urged, tugging me along. “We’ll be just outside for a bit.”
“Do we need jackets?” She was dressed warm, but the temperatures were in the single digits. A jacket was definitely a must.
She waved her hand. “I’m so pumped up, I’m breaking a sweat. If your fragile body—” She cut herself off, eyes hazed over and traveling over my body. She licked her lips and my dick instantly responded. “Get a jacket if you want it,” she rasped, breathlessly.
Amusement ignited in my chest. “We could go back upstairs.”
She swallowed, her cheeks flushing. “We can’t. He’s waiting for us.”
I shot to attention instantly. “Who?”
She rolled her eyes, a smile playing around her mouth. “So many questions.”
I shook my head. “One second.”
There was one rule I always followed. Never leave the house without a .45. You never knew where and when the enemy would strike. I had no intention of being caught with my pants down, so to speak, especially now that I had my wife to protect.
Heading to the nearby cabinet, I reached inside a secret compartment. I had those installed all throughout the house and worked only on my fingerprints. I had seen Juliette handle a gun when Sofia attacked us. It was obvious she could handle one, but I wanted to ensure she could handle other weapons before I gave her access to all of it.
I tucked the gun into the back of the waistband of my pants. She tilted her head and I cocked an eyebrow, challenging her to say something. Juliette was never too shy to express her opinion.
“I want you to have them work on my fingerprint too,” she finally said. “Or I’ll start breaking them all.”
I had no doubt she meant it. She already smashed through the one in our walk-in closet.
It was still the last thing I’d expected her to say. By the expression on her face, she wasn’t joking either.
“First, we’ll ensure you can handle a gun safely.”
She smiled knowingly, obviously confident about her shooting skills. “I can handle it. You saw me handle it when shooting at Sofia Volkov.”
I tilted my head, ignoring her reminder. Honestly, it fucking terrified me to think of anyone pointing a gun at my wife. I wanted to put her in a bubble and keep her protected.
“We shall see,” I said calmly. “Hopefully they’re better than your thieving skills.”
Her eyes narrowed on me, lightning flashing in her gaze. “You’re going to eat those words.”
