Page 61 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption-

I scrub a hand down the front of my face.

In addition to needing to discipline my wife, I’ve got a logistical problem.

We still have collections today, and Cal has an important meeting to attend. Our empire is good right now, but expansion is always necessary. There’s a balancing act to go along with it. And I’ve done the legwork on that front.

The organization in question is clean and not affiliated with people we don’t like or people we don’t trust. Callahan needs to make the decision on whether to stay where we are or grow.

Knowing him, he’ll do it on a sight and conversation basis since I’ve given him a green light.

Dec will go with him instead of me because what I’ve beendoing will need to be sped up. I’ve been following Harry’s uncle, making sure he’s not a threat in disguise.

I don’t trust anyone.

Not even her fucking uncle.

I wanted to spend today and tonight doing surveillance on him but now I think I’ll up the pressure. Because there’s a chance Salvatore or one of his people saw us today. I need to also put on a show with my less-than-willing bride.

The car pulls up to the curb.

“Get out and go inside.”

She crosses her arms. “No.”

The slight hesitation, the tiny beat that comes with her lips tightening, hooks deep into my kink and libido.

I don’t move. “Now or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

“I regret everything about you. I’m good right here.”

“Have it your way.” I get out of the car and stalk to her side, opening the door. I don’t give her a chance to react. I just grab her arm and haul her out of the back seat and up the steps.

Inside the house, Arnold barks at me and Clawzilla hisses. I slant them both filthy looks.

We move through the house, Harry clawing at my hands as she tries in vain to break free.

When we reach my room, I push her inside, pull the door closed, and lock it behind me.

Harry stares at me, eyes big, wary as she backs away.

I follow her. “Take off your fucking coat.”

Shaking, she does so, the color in her cheeks deepening. I grab her chin and turn her face to me. She parts her red lips, eyes dilated.

She’s fucking turned on.

And she hates it.

Good.

“You fucking refuse to eat like you’re some kindof princess, then you fuck with Callahan’s wife and steal his gun. Those things are immediate threats to your well-being. And then you fucking stalk Salvatore.” I let her go and strip off my hoodie and T-shirt before pulling off my belt. Seething, I fold it in half and snap it just to make her jump. And she licks her lips.

I don’t even think she realizes she does it.

How the fuck did she even find Salvatore? The girl he was with is part of some old, diminished crime family that’s still fucking loaded. I don’t even know the name, it’s so irrelevant.

“Did you know that girl?”

“W-what?”