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Romeo kicks up his feet on his desk. “Every time someone calls me that, for a split second I have the urge to look around the room for Antonio,” he admits.

“You’re already more of a boss than your old man ever was,” I assure him.

He smirks. “No need to ass-kiss. You’ve already been given my seal of approval.”

“Not ass-kissing, but fact. Now, if you’re ready for me to kick your ass, change and meet me downstairs,” I taunt.

“Give me about ten minutes.” He narrows his eyes. “Do not tell Nicky.”

“Man, don’t bring me into that war,” I say with a laugh. “I’ll be downstairs.”

I walk out of his office and run into Nicky in the hallway. “Glad I caught you. Here’s a list of physical therapy exercises for Romeo’s shoulder.” She hands me the printout with a smile before sauntering off.

Chapter Thirty-One

Lily

Having finished with my morning class, I arrive home. Darius isn’t here; I guess he’s still at the gym, or wherever he goes for “work.”

“Hi, Lucky,” I greet the cat, giving her a scratch behind her ear. Changing into leggings and an old tee, I grab the cleaning supplies. Darius doesn’t trust a housekeeper, but honestly, I enjoy cleaning. I’m a borderline neat freak, and thankfully, my husband’s pretty tidy himself.

I give our bathroom a good scrubbing before moving to dusting and vacuuming the bedroom. Opening the walk-in closet, I turn the vacuum to low setting, running it over the hardwood.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I turn the vacuum off before moving the shoe rack and lifting the floorboard—revealing the safe. I punch in my birth month, day, and year. The safe beeps green, and I open it, removing a gym bag. Unzipping it, I find the passports Darius was telling me about on top of stacks of hundreds. There’s also a prepaid credit card, some Euros, and a piece of paper with numbers written on it; likely an account of some sort.

Flipping through the passports with our aliases, I’ve freaked myself out enough for one day, and so I toss them in the bag. As I’m going to put everything back, I notice a black sachet in the bottom of the safe; it blends in so well I nearly missed it.

I grab the small bag and open it, finding a picture from Darius’ childhood. I’d guess him around Iris’ age; he’s flashing a playful grin while being wrapped in his mother’s arms. Even though the woman isn’t my biggest fan, I can’t deny she’s a beauty.

The bag still feeling heavy, I dump it upside down. “No,” I whisper in horror when I see what’s landed on the floor.

* * *

Darius

Returning home, Lily’s SUV is parked in the garage. “Wifey,” I call when I open the door, tossing my keys and phones on the table.

The house is eerily silent. “Rainbow goddess,” I call, but nothing. “Hey, Lucky. Where are my girls?” I ask the cat, but she just looks at me.

That’s when I see it on the coffee table.

* * *

Darius, a few weeks ago

Parking down the street, I make my way under the cover of darkness to Lily’s house. Having staked out the property after I left Leo’s office, I hop over the gate in the backyard, sneaking to Lily’s bedroom window. The light’s on even though it’s late, or early, depending on how you look at it; either way, she should be asleep. And when I peek inside, I discover why she’s not asleep.

Fuuuuck.

I have too many enemies to be caught with my pants around my ankles—that’s the only reason I haven’t pulled my dick out and jerked off to the hottest show in the world. Lily should really add curtains to her bedroom window, not that I’m complaining.

My face plastered to the window, I watch through a small opening in the askew blinds as she moves a pink wand around her pretty clit. I stifle a groan as her legs fall open—she must have found a spot she likes. Damn, I wish I could hear her throaty little moans of pleasure.

Arching off the bed, Lily closes her eyes as she continues to run the vibrator over her clit. “Move it inside that sweet little pussy,” I instruct her quietly, even though she can’t hear me.

Her mouth falls open in a perfect O as she pushes the vibrator inside her.

“Good girl,” I praise her.

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