Page 117 of Sinful Hearts

I groan, going back to rubbing my head.

She dramatically slumps in her seat. “What am I supposed to do during those three minutes then?”

I remove my fingers from my head, one by one, and smirk in her direction.

Her eyes widen, and she slaps my arm. “Yeah, right. They probably have cameras in here, and I’m pretty sure Angelica would slit my throat if I were caught beingnaughty on her plane.” She makes a slicing motion across her throat. “She’s probably already plotting my murder now.”

“Angelica doesn’t want to kill you,” I state.

“She probably doesn’t want to see me suck your cock on camera either. Sorry, hubby. One thing I’ve yet to find as a turn-on is voyeurism.”

“We’ll work on that.” I ruffle her hair.

“Buy us a private jet, and I’ll give you a blow job whenever you want.” A full-on smirk spreads across her face. “Now, did you mention Monopoly somewhere?”

I shake my head, not having any interest in a board game. “You just sit there. Ramble. Whatever.”

She exhales slowly. “Guess I’ll just read on my phone. Can’t go wrong with a guaranteed happily ever after.”

She turns quiet, losing herself in her book.

I pull my phone from my pocket and open the Lombardi group chat.

I have a lot of shit to figure out.

Starting with the fact that none of them know Aurora is alive.

I swore I’d tell Antonio and the other men after my father’s death.

But when that happened, I still stayed silent.

In this world, every secret you share is a risk.

The more people who know she’s alive, the less protected she becomes.

They attended her funeral and mourned her alongside me.

Stood at her grave, not knowing she wasn’t in it.

Planted a tree in her name.

Antonio hosts a dinner in her memory every year.

My keeping this from them isn’t just a lie.

It’s betrayal.

39

Julian picksus up from the airport, and as much as I want to ask Emilio where we’re going, I keep my questions to myself.

It’s only a short drive until we pull into Lucky Kings’ private back parking lot.

I’ve never been inside the casino. Like with the restaurant, Uncle Yaroslav said that’s a Mafia business and we needed to stay far away from it.

I silently follow them into the building.

Julian makes a right, disappearing into a room, and I keep trailing behind Emilio.