Page 30 of Marrying the Underboss

“Mr. Rossi,” The boy no older than seventeen says.

“Keep it close. We won’t be here too long,” I tell him and push a hundred-dollar bill into his front pocket.

“Yes, sir,” The boy says, getting into the driver’s side.

I walk around the vehicle and meet my wife, who is standing there looking like a fucking snack. She’s wearing a black and maroon strapless leather dress resembling snake skin. I don’t know whether to thank my stylist or murder him for picking it out. The dress comes down a few inches past her ass, revealing her thick, creamy thighs, and leaves nothing to the imagination. My usually tiny wife is wearing a pair of four-inch black fuck me heels that lace up her calves and has on a maroon faux fur coat to match her dress. She’s going to draw every eye in the place and doesn’t realize it.

I put my hand on her lower back as we walk into Oasis. “Don’t leave my side,” I murmur into her ear.

The moment we arrive, everyone turns and watches us walk in. The women immediately see her as competition, and the men follow her every step, wanting a taste of what’s mine. My blood boils, and I’m liable to put a motherfucker in the ground if they dare talk to her.

We walk directly to Perrelli’s table, where he’s sitting with Johnny having a drink. He stands to say hello, kissing our cheeks before gesturing for us to sit in their round booth. Jennifer scoots in first, so I’m on the outside, ready to defend her if needed. I’m her protector now. I’ve vowed to make sure she’ssafe from the dangers of this world, and I treat it like my fucking job. Protecting her is the most important job I’ll ever have.

The waitress comes over to grab our drink order. I barely pay her any attention, but I’m surprised to find Johnny’s eyes glued to the girl as she walks away. I quirk my brow at the guy and he shakes his head. Obviously, there’s something going on there.

“Tell me everything that’s been going on since we left. I feel like there’s a lot we missed out on.”

Yeah, my wife caught all of that with Johnny too.

“Same old, same old, Jenny girl,” Perrelli smiles at her and takes a drink of his scotch.

The waitress arrives with our drinks a few minutes later. Jennifer drinks a Jack and Coke and I order some whiskey.

“Thanks, Mandy.”

She smiles shyly. “No problem, Johnny,” She says before walking away, and yet again, Johnny follows her with his eyes.

Twenty minutes later, Jennifer announces she needs to use the ladies' room. When I stand to let her out, I begin to follow her, but she stops and places her hand on my chest. “I can do this on my own big guy,” she laughs. I’m about to tell her I’m going with her whether she likes it or not when she gives me a look. “You’re going to have to let me do some things on my own. No one will mess with me in here. I promise I’ll be careful.”

“It’s not you that I’m worried about,” I grumble.

“Take a seat. Talk with Uncle Johnny and my dad about all the things you all don’t want me to hear. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

“Fine, but that’s all you get. If you’re not back by then, I’m coming to find you.”

“You got it,” she smirks and walks off toward the bathroom.

“Jesus,” I mutter, sitting down, watching her make it to the bathroom and walk in.

Johnny and Perrelli burst out laughing. “Who would have thought it would be Jennifer that would tame the beast?” Johnny says.

“Shut the fuck up. I can still kick your ass.”

Perrelli begins letting me in on all the business that has transpired since I’ve been gone. I tried keeping up with things on my end back in Utah, but it’s hard to know what’s going on when I’m out of the picture. I check my watch and realize Jennifer’s been gone for far too long.

“She’s fine,” Perrelli warns as I stand.

“I gave her ten minutes. It’s been twelve,” I growl walking toward the bathroom.

The closer I get, I find the problem. A guy has her pinned against the bar and the wall right next to where the ladies' bathroom is.

“Come on, let’s get out of here and I’ll show you a real snake,” He says, peering down the front of her dress.

Jennifer moves away as far as she can, looking disgusted until she sees me and her eyes widen.

Grabbing the asshole, I turn him around and his face meets my first. A couple of times.

“That’s my fucking wife,” I sneer. “Come on, Angel,” I growl, pulling her to my side as we start walking back to the table.

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