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I was so consumed with getting the organization’s interests in order, it took me a few days to notice the change in Bianca. She always had a ready smile for me and was the perfect wife who I loved coming home to. Or if we had dinner with an associate, she was the perfect partner. At the end of the night, we had sex. Several rounds. I loved being buried inside her, and my addiction for her had only grown stronger. But something was nagging at me, especially in the last week. Her smiles didn’t reach her eyes anymore. Frozen fake smiles.

Peripheral movement caught my attention.

Fuck.

“Look who’s here.” Dominic De Lucci dropped into a seat beside me and set a bottle of top-shelf whiskey on the table. “I should have made a bet with Matteo and Nico after I heard the girls were coming here.”

“And why is that?”

“They can’t stand it when their women are having fun without them.”

“That’s not the case with me,” I told him confidently and finished my drink. He refilled my tumbler. “Where’s Matteo and Nico anyway?”

“They’re arriving soon. Just to let you know, whenever the girls are out on the town, they’re lurking not too far from them.”

“But Trevor is with the women.”

“You have Al and Miller on Bianca, and yet you’re here.”

“I want her to let off some steam.” I studied the amber liquid in my glass. “I grit my teeth when she has to deal with my side of the family.”

“Bianca is stronger than you think. She has both the McGrath and De Lucci genes in her.”

“Heard her grandpa and uncle were quite the De Lucci enforcers back in the day.”

“The Fighting McGraths. Red Cillian is a legend. I have all the faith in my cousin,” Dom said. “She may be the pampered daughter of Cesar De Lucci, but in time she’ll adjust.”

The guilt of forcing her into a marriage hadn’t gone away, but I figured once I’d given her the proper wedding she deserved, it would slowly erase the nightmare of the first one.

My eyes narrowed on the dance floor. Some punk was harassing Bianca. I rose slowly from my seat to peer closer.

“Shit,” Dom said, following my eyes. He got up and walked away.

I called Al.

He didn’t even say hello. “Boss, we’re on it.” And ended the call.

I resisted the urge to call him again and texted him.

Call me when you have her.

Dom returned to me. “My security will escort the guy out.”

“No,” I told him. “I want a word with him.”

“Dammit.”

“Boss to boss, you think we’d let someone simply be escorted out after he harasses one of our women?”

He gave a measured sigh and was about to type in his phone again when he muttered, “Fuck.”

“What?” Rage was an insidious feeling I kept in check, but it was a tinderbox when the safety of Bianca was in question.

“That’s Trevor.” He paused for a few seconds, rolling his lips. I could see him choosing his words carefully, and it only fueled my impatience.

“What?” I repeated.

“Bianca doesn’t want you to know about the incident.”