Page 95 of Sweetest Sin
“We could,” Matteo answers before Dominick can, “but it wouldn’t hold.”
“I’ll contact Michael in the morning,” Dominick says. “It should give you time to handle things on your end.”
“On it,” Matteo says.
“Who’s Michael?” I ask.
I should probably stop asking questions, but Dominick has never told me to mind my business, and he’s never refused to answer me. If I’m going to be in this life with him, then I want to be in the know. Knowledge is power after all.
“Our attorney on retainer,” Dominick says to me. Then, to Matteo, he says, “Meet me in my office downtown tomorrow morning so we can go over things.”
“You’re going to the office?” Matteo asks in confusion, most likely because Dominick has been working from home since Damien and I moved in, only going into the office on occasion.
“Yeah. I promised my future wife I’d keep the violence out of our home. And I am a man of my word.”
He ends the call, and a chill spreads through my body at his words. Dominick is pissed. But he’s containing it for me. I love that he’s willing to do that, but also …
“I don’t want you to hide your emotions from me. I like knowing what’s going on. I want us to be open with each other and talk. I can handle it.”
Dominick pulls up to the wrought iron gate, and the guard lets us through. The garage door opens, and he pulls into the bay and turns off the car.
“What you said means a lot to me,” he says, stroking the side of my face. “And I will talk to you, but whoever is doing this is starting a war, and I won’t bring that into our home. I couldn’t protect my mom and sister, but I will do everything in my power to protect you and Damien. You two have filled these walls with love and laughter and fucking light, and I won’t darken it with this shit.”
I nod in understanding. “Okay, but just promise me you’ll be safe.” I frame his stubbled jaw with my hands. “I’ve grown quite fond of you. And it would suck to lose the man I love and the father of my children.”
“Children?” He quirks a brow.
“Well, with how many times you’ve come in me, I’m bound to be pregnant by now.”
I roll my eyes, and he barks out a laugh.
“Just admit you want to have more of my babies,” he says, a twinkle in his eye.
“I mean, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” I admit. “At least it would give me something to do all day. Between you working and Damien going to school, I’m bored out of my mind here.”
I slide out of the passenger seat and close the door, and Dominick meets me by the door to the house.
“Be ready to leave tomorrow at seven … and dress professionally.”
“To drop Damien off at school?”
I get out and walk him into his class every morning, but yoga pants and a tank top are as dressed up as I get, even if the other rich, stuck-up moms glare at me judgingly.
“No.” He chuckles. “To go to work with me. As much as I love seeing your peach of an ass in those tight pants you wear around the house, I don’t think it’s appropriate in a place of business.”
My eyes widen. When I said I wanted him to talk to me, I didn’t mean I wanted to be a part of whatever they were plotting.
“I am not capable of killing anyone,” I blurt out, making him double over in laughter.
“Fuck, baby. I needed that.” He slides his arm across my shoulders and walks us inside. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t go around killing people on a regular basis,” he says.
I raise a brow, silently reminding him of his conversation with Matteo, and he shakes his head.
“Touché,” he says with a laugh, pulling me into his side and giving my temple a kiss. “Tou-fucking-ché.”
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