“Fuck, that one’s going to come back to bite me in the ass,” Gabe grunts.

“Leave her dead. We don’t need her. We have built our own family, a family we need to protect at all costs,” I tell him.

“You’re right.” He nods his head.

“I’m always right,” I remind him. The door opens and Eloise walks in, wearing a silky black nightgown. “Don’t look.” I point to my brother. “Ellie, go back to bed. You need to sleep.” I close the distance and kiss her forehead.

Ellie plucks our son out of my arms. “Is that your way of telling me I look like shit because I’m tired?” she asks.

“You look beautiful.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” Ellie shakes her head before turning to my brother. “What’s going on? Where’s Daisy, and why are you here in the middle of the night?”

“Daisy is right here, and we’re here because my husband insisted we all pack up and come over to see Gio,” my sister-in-law replies as she strolls into the room. Which is exactly when Luciano decides to repeat a word he really shouldn’t.

“Fucking!” my nephew babbles.

Gabe points at me. “It was Gio.”

“Where the fuck is the loyalty, bro?” I ask him.

“She’s scary.” He shrugs.

“She’s your wife,” I deadpan.

“Exactly, which means she can torture me in ways no one else can.” He smirks.

“Okay, this is… whatever… I’m taking him back to bed. Daisy, try not to kill them.” Ellie walks out of my office.

“See yourselves to the door. You two moved out for a reason. Try to remember it,” I tell Daisy and Gabe before following my wife upstairs.

Chapter Three

I walk into the bedroom, hear the water running, and smile. Aria is in the shower. The thought of my wife naked always brings a smile to my face. I push through the door and start removing my clothes.

“Santo?” Aria asks.

“Who the fuck else do you think is walking into the bathroom when you’re naked?” No one who values their life. That’s for sure.

“Mmm, I have many admirers, Santo.” Aria laughs.

“Who? I’ll kill every last one of them,” I tell her, opening the glass door and stepping inside the stall.

“No need for a killing spree. You know I only have eyes for you,” she says.

Even though I know Aria is joking, it still doesn’t sit right with me. I trust my wife, but after finding out what my ex-fiancée did, I don’t trust my own judgement half the time.

Aria’s hands cup my face, forcing my gaze to meet hers. “I’m not her, Santo. I am loyal to you and only you.”

“I know.”

“It was a bad joke. I’m sorry.” She leans in and presses her lips to mine.