Page 64 of Dearly Betrayed

“Sorry, just slipped out.”

“Say it again.”

“Darling. Darling.”

I squeeze her ass and turn around until she’s pinned on the bed. “Here’s what I’m thinking.”

“Oh, no, he’s thinking, this is bad.”

“Stop it.” I kiss her neck and bite gently. “You and I are going to stay in bed for another few hours. We’ll keep the doors locked and turn off our phones. I’m going to fuck you until you’re mindless. And then we’ll do it again until you can’t walk properly.”

“I think I can handle that.”

“Probably not, but we’ll find out.”

“You’re so damn sure of yourself.”

“Past experience proves I’m generally right.” I pull her hair tightly in one fist, making her gasp. “Once I’m done with you, we’ll go over this casino, every fucking inch, until we find those remaining Irishmen. And if they mean you any harm?—”

“You don’t need to give me details. I know what you do to people you don’t like.”

“Good.” I kiss her hard. “Lucky for you, I like you a lot.”

“I bet you do. Easy to like me when your hard cock’s between my legs.”

“Quit complaining and let me fuck you.”

“Yes, darling.”

Chapter29

Fallon

Casey sits across the table from me as the waitress brings us each a glass of wine. She drinks quickly and leans forward, putting a hand on mine. Back at the entrance to the casino’s restaurant, three Costa thugs lurk like angry sharks looking for prey.

“I am so, so sorry that happened,” Casey says, squeezing my hand. “Seriously, when Adler told me, I was so upset.”

“I’m okay though.”

“Thank God Jayson was there.”

“He saved my life. Didn’t even hesitate, even though the guy had a gun. Just tackled the shit out of him and kept on punching. Almost got shot.”

“Costa men,” she says, shaking her head with a smile. “Really though, things aren’t normally that dangerous. Although?—”

“What?”

“I guess almost getting killed is kind of a Costa wife tradition.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Sorry, nobody told me about that one. A warning would’ve been nice.”

“Happens to everyone. Well, it happened to me, Isabel, and Hellie. Now you’re rounding it out.”

“Do you think maybe it’s not our fault? Maybe it’s the fact that our husbands are violent mafia bastards?”

“Crossed my mind once or twice.” She laughs and takes a long drink. “But hey, the heart wants what it wants.”

“I suppose it does.”The heart… or something a little further south, anyway.

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