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She’s gorgeous. Wild curls twisted in a bun. Face flushed. Lips parted.
She shouldn’t be leaving the house. I should drag her back to bed.
“Angelo, no,” she says, firm, but her eyes tell a different story.
A smirk plays at my lips.
“I’m just looking.”
“I’m going to be late. We can’t.”
“Okay,” I answer, soft and low.
“This is important to me.”
“I didn’t say anything,” I chuckle, stepping back.
“You’re giving me that look,” she says, breathless.
“I’m just looking at my wife.”
She chuckles, exhales a soft sigh. Her face relaxes.
“You should open your own firm,” I say. “I don’t know why you’re bothering interning with anyone else.”
She rolls her eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes.
“I just passed the bar. There’s no way opening my own makes sense. Plus who would trust me enough? I have to work my way up.”
“You don’t.”
“Angelo…”
“What?You don’t. You could open your own firm. People will come.”
“Who? Your men who are always in some sort of mafia trouble?” she arches a brow. “And with my last name…”
She shakes her head.
“There’s millions of Amato’s. How would anyone connect the dots?” I say, settling on the couch as she slips on her heels.
“Using your name or my maiden one doesn’t matter, Castillo isn’t much better.”
Your name.
I hate when she says that.
It’sourname.
“Open your own,” I repeat.
She gives me a pointed look.
“So you can have your men guarding every door? It’ll look like a front.”
I laugh. “No one would notice them. They can be discreet.”
“You talk so much shit about Santo, but at least Vasilisa knows she’s being watched.”
