Page 25 of Fragile Union

"I can take you sightseeing." I've never done the whole tourist thing, it's not who I am. I don’t have the inclination. But for Holly, I'd make an exception.

She waves her sausage in the air. "Hon, you do realise that I'm Irish right?"

I lean forward and take a bite from it. "Yeah, and?" I say with a mouthful of food.

She rolls her eyes. "I mean, it's like a hop, skip, and jump across the pond. I don't need you to take me sightseeing. We used to come a couple of times a year. More even. I can show you some good spots, places that won't be crawling with tourists, if you want?"

Do I want to spend the day trailing around London? Fuck no. Do I want to spend the day with my wife? Hell fucking yes. "All right, doll face, you show me the cool spots."

She giggles. "You know that you're not down with the kids, right?"

"Babe...."

She rests her head against my shoulder. "You're all right, you know?"

I raise a brow. "Just all right?"

She nods, her lips pursed. "Yep, in bed, you're amazing." She rolls her eyes. "Don't let it get to your head, Rome, it's big enough as it is."

"So, I'm just all right, as you would say, in other aspects."

"You're an arse, I didn't mean it in a bad way. I only meant that from what I had heard about you, you're actually sweet."

I scowl. Sweet? "Doll face, did you have the shower set to hot? Are you dehydrated?"

"No, now shut up and let me finish my breakfast. I won't say another word."

I kiss her neck, letting her know that I'm not angry, in fact, I'm far from it. This is the most relaxed I've seen her.

"By the way," she says after a few minutes of silence. "I love our house."

I smile into her hair as I press a kiss against it. It was the house that she was looking at. I saw it one day while she left her laptop open. She'd been looking at houses in case we were to move to Connecticut. So as soon as I saw it, I knew I had to get it.

"It was the one you wanted."

She glances up at me. "Yeah, hon, it was. You're sneaky, you know that?"

I wink at her and I'm rewarded with her soft smile. "Only when I need to be." I pull her up so that she's straddling me. I need to be inside of her.

No matter what, I just can't get enough of her.

Nine

HOLLY

"Doll face," Romero says as he strolls into my office and closes the door behind him. "You almost finished?"

I glance up at him, he's in a crisp white shirt, his suit jacket folded over his arm. He looks hot, and I'm glad that I bought my dress. It's black, tight, and I feel sexy as hell in it. My hair is curled and falls down my back. I'm wearing heels that I know I'll end up paying for tomorrow. When Makenna and I went shopping for this party that's happening tonight I knew immediately this dress was the one for me. It's tight across my breasts, cinches in at my waist and hits mid-thigh. It's not something I'd usually wear.

"Just a sec," I tell him and hit send on the email that I was typing up for Granda. Once the email is sent, I shut down the computer and get to my feet. "All done, are you okay?"

He frowns at me as he moves toward me. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" He's lying, I may have only been married to him for a short while, but I know when he's lying to me. His lips thin, I must give it to him though, it's a slight tell and only someone who knows him will see it.

"Because you're home, it's not even lunch time yet." I tell him, I rarely see him before six every evening. Even then, that's the rare occasion. It's more like eight or nine at night before he walks in the door and even then, he goes to his office and spends another few hours there. Not to mention, he said he’d meet me at his cousin's house this evening.

"Can I not come home to see my wife?" he says as he pulls me into his arms.

"I suppose," I mutter as my hands go around his waist. Things between us have gotten better, he's not as closed off anymore. When we're together it's perfect. He's perfect. Attentive, sweet, and caring. When we're not alone, he's closed off. I get it, I don't like it, but I get it. He's the Underboss, he needs to not show weakness. "Did you find them yet?"

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