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“The girl's name?”
“She goes by Dana Harley. She's eighteen. Foster runaway at sixteen. We have a bodycam video of Donahue picking her up as a teen on the streets, but no records of her being dropped off at Juvie or a women's shelter.”
Sabrina's face scrunches up in horror then she fixes her expression, but her eyes flash in anger. It's the first time it isn't directed at me. “Let me talk to Judge Mayhew. I'll see her later today. She may be able to let me get into Dana's records, given if Harley is her real surname.”
I shake my head. “It's not. Her legal name is Emilia Fontaine. And juvenile records are private. We looked into it.”
“To thepublic.” She reminds us, blinking at me. “I'll also try to get into Donahue's records to see if he's ever had some sort of misconduct he's been accused of.”
For a moment, I'm stunned. What a great fucking idea. We checked his private servers, but we didn't check the NYPD database. I'll have Niko give Aleks a call as soon as I can so he can check the records. I shake my head once. “We can do that. I don't want anyone to know you're looking into him.”
“You should also try to see if he has any private real estate in the state he could've gone to. Give Bianchi’s wife, Vivi, a call. Is Donahue currently in anyone's pockets?” She inquires.
“No. I know a worm when I see a worm.” I reply.
Standing, she gives one curt nod, leans over and kisses my cheek freely, then faces my men. “Gentlemen. Have a lovely day. Seems we have some work to execute, and I have to prepare for court at two. See you for dinner?”
I stand and pull her back to me for a real kiss, tenderly pushing back a strand of hair and tucking it behind her ear, taking note of the small pink diamond studs. She needs bigger ones. “Our chef Lydia is back from vacation and will be making shrimp scampi. Make sure you give her a list of any allergies you have and ingredients you need.”
She smirks. “If you keep feeding me pasta I'll gain back what I've lost.”
I plant my hands on her hips. “You say that like it's a bad thing, Duchess.”
She hums happily, and I find joy in the blush that spreads on her cheeks as she takes the moment to kiss me back.
My wife. Kissing me back.
Although still a bit tense, pride fills my chest.
“Okay, I have to go now. There's too much to do before dinnertime.”
“Court at two.”
“Court at two,” she repeats softly, her breath against the skin of my lips, and I want to take it for myself, keep my promise of tying her up and ravaging her on my desk. Reluctantly, I let her go.
My men stand, along with Parker, and once my wife and her bodyguard leave, Niko and Sasha turn to me, grinning. “Okay, not only is your wife hot, but she’s also a fucking badass.”
“Keep your mouth shut about my wife, Niko. Last thing I need is for my consigliere to end up at the bottom of the Hudson.”
He grins. “Maksim and Sabrina sitting in a tree-”
“K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” Sasha sings, and they cackle when I growl.
I stare him down. “You're thirty-eight.” I remind him.
“And I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be sure to be home on time to have dinner with the woman you love, much less your Wife. Congratulations, Boss. You deserve this.” Sasha says with a cheshire-like grin.
I clear my throat and let those words sink into my brain.
“What about me? I deserve love.” Niko pouts.
Sasha rolls his eyes. “You'd fuck a hole in the ground if it were big enough, Nik. I'm amazed your dick hasn't fallen off.”
“I resent that.”
“Doesn't make it any less true.”
Niko stays quiet, pale blue eyes blinking, but he doesn't respond.