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I figured she'd find that out, eventually.
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Carlo
Ten long fucking minutes later, Nick and Eve showed up at the front door.They didn't even knock.Nick just threw the door open, and it bounced wildly against the wall.
“What the fuck's going on?”I asked at their rather violent entry into Giselle's house.
The murderous expression on Nick's face was not unusual.
What was unusual was that he had that expression on his face in the presence of his wife.Eve knew about his—our—lifestyle.She had been introduced too quickly when she'd been kidnapped not once, but twice.
She didn't have time to warm up to the life.But she'd stayed.Even knowing what it entailed.
“My wife has a few things to share with the class.”Nick glared at her and pointed to one of the chairs in the living room.
Eve bit her lip and sat down without a fight.
I felt my eyebrows lower.“What's going on?Do you have information?”
Eve's eyes dropped to the floor and she let out a sigh.“I told her—” she inhaled and then quickly exhaled.“I promised Giselle that I wouldn't say anything.”
For the umpteenth time today, my blood ran cold.“What,” I enunciated my words crisply and sharply, “is going on?”
Her eyes met mine and she started talking.
Fast.
“Giselle guessed that you—that all of you—are in a crime family.”Her words flew out of her mouth as if she were vomiting them.
After another stab to my gut, I asked, “Why would she think that?”I asked, wondering what the fuck tipped her off.There was nothing on my end at least.
Her shoulders rose and fell.“I—I don't know.I'm really not sure.She just asked me one day.And I said that we should go and talk to you guys.”
I stepped closer to her.“When was this?”
She looked up at her husband and then back at me.“In Italy.Right before we went to your bed.”
My eyebrows nearly popped off my face.“You're saying Giselle asked you if we were in the mafia.And then you two came to my room and fucked me and each other for hours?”
She bit her lip again and nodded her head.
“I tried to get her to come with me.I said you guys would explain everything.But she didn't want to ruin the trip.She said as soon as we got back home that we'd all sit down and talk about it.”She clasped her hands together in her lap.“But then the whole Stefan-nanny thing happened.And so—” her voice trailed off, but we all knew what she was saying.
Her catching Stefan fucking the nanny had delayed her revelation.
“You should have come to one of us,” I told her gravely.This mistake—this one hesitation—could be the difference between life and death.
Certain—company—knew that Giselle was mine.And they also knew who I was.And what I was.
And anyone who wanted to hurt me could come after her.
In fact, it was now open season on my fiancée.
“I know, I know.I'm so sorry.I messed up.I wanted her to do it herself.She didn't seem scared or put off.I mean, we all had a great time together in your bed, right?She didn't look like she wanted to—” Eve stopped there.She didn't add in escape.Or run away.
“Tell him what else you told me,” Nick verbally prodded his wife and she nodded.
