Page 92 of Legacy
In a fucking rideshare.
He braces for the hit.
I wait for his eyes to meet mine and I punch him.
His body crumples as I release his collar, slumping to the ground.
“Fucking useless,” I snarl, chest heaving.
She’s out there.
Unprotected.Alone.
My wife.
My fucking wife.
My fingers itch. My pulse pounds.
I pull my gun.
Gio blinks up at me, swelling already blooming beneath his eye.
“Do you have any idea what I should do to you for this?” My voice is low. Deadly
My phone beeps.
“Fuck!”
Fury rises in my throat.
A chime from the elevator.
I holster the gun. Accept the elevator call and step toward the door.
The doors slide open—
There she is.
I exhale like I’ve been drowning.
Adriana.
Her eyes meet mine cold and sharp then flick to Gio slumped on the floor behind me.
She doesn’t say a word.
She brushes by me.
I follow her, “Get the fuck out Gio.”
He scrambles but I hear the elevator doors close behind me as I continue tracing my wife’s steps. She grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
“Adriana,” I begin.
She looks so good.Too good.Dressed in tailored slacks and a black satin blouse tucked in, her heels clicking across my marble like war drums. Her hair is up again, sleek and deliberate, makeup flawless. Unbothered. Beautiful.
Deadly.
