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"Halftime?" I question.

He walks to the corner and grabs one of a dozen Mason jars off it. "I'll be biding my time."

"What is that?"

"Pigs need to be fed. It's their dinner," he asserts.

I step closer. The jars have body parts—eyeballs, tongues, fingers, and more.

"Jesus, you're twisted," I claim, slapping him on the back.

"It's a gift," he brags.

I turn on my hose and hold it over Agent Bordeaux so the water hits his stomach. "You crossed a line when you threatened my wife. You won't make that mistake again." I release the ball gag from his mouth. "Now, open wide."

30

Cara

A Week Later

Gianni movesmy hair to one side. His lips tease the back of my neck. He murmurs, "Stay still."

I freeze.

He drapes soft fabric over my shoulder. "I know you loved this, so I made Pietro sell it to me."

I gape in the mirror. The fuchsia cashmere wrap by Pietro Dominico was added at the last minute to today's final show. He's an up-and-coming designer, and the stylish piece was a huge hit. Numerous buyers wanted it, but Pietro refused to sell it.

"How did you get him to agree?" I ask, still stunned it's hanging on my body.

Gianni's arrogant expression lights me up. He kisses the back of my ear. "I have my ways, tesoro."

I softly laugh. "You offered him an exorbitant amount of money, didn't you?"

Gianni chuckles. "Possibly. You ready?"

I spin into him. "Yes. Thank you for the wrap. I love it."

He grins. "I'm glad. I've been dying to have my wife to myself all week."

I tease, "You were such a good boy sharing me all those days."

He grunts. "I don't share, tesoro."

I slide my arms around his neck. "Neither do I."

He kisses me and takes my hand. "Let's go." He leads me out of our room and down the hall. We turn the corner and run into Dante.

"I need a few minutes, Gianni."

He groans. "Nope. I'm taking my wife out."

"Two minutes," Dante insists.

"It's okay. I'll wait downstairs," I say.

Gianni shakes his head in annoyance and palms my ass. "I won't be long."

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