“Not when I’ve taken your soul,” she replied. “We’re not the usual couple. Nothing about us is normal….we don’t do normal. Hell, our child came early.”
Kissing her forehead, I agreed. We turned to Vincent. “Thank you so much for this.”
“It’s a delight to see at least one Scarpetta man happy,” Vincent smiled. “Will you be back to Rome again soon.”
“I’m not sure,” I replied.
“Well when you come again next, my granddaughter Mary-Anna will be taking over. An old man is tired. Business is good but its time to enjoy the years I have left. My wife Rosella wants to visit family.”
Diamond leaned her head against my shoulder and my arm wrapped around her. “If you ever come to Atlanta, please let us know. We will set you up in the fanciest hotel and show you the sights.”
“My Rosella would very much love that,” Vincent smiled.
We walked to the door, and he followed closely behind us. Diamond’s phone began to ring, and she moved to go take the call while Vincent and I said our farewells.
“I was sorry to hear of Vito’s passing,” Vincent said. “And to hear we feared you were dead as well.”
“News travels fast,” I nodded. “But thank you.”
“Your father…he wasn’t always the harsh bastard he because he was my best friend. His father was cruel and unbending…your family’s business it changes people.” He looked past me and nodded to Diamond. “Is she made for a such a life?”
A grin spread across my face. Diamond had used that southern charm on Vincent, and he had no damn clue that my wife was just as ruthless as I was.
“She was molded by it,” I told him.
He nodded again. “Send me pictures of the baby. I do email. My granddaughter has me all set up. It goes to this damn cellular phone.”
Giving him one last hug, and promising to send pictures of Tibs, Diamond and I departed.
“Dinner and espionage?” she asked.
Molded by it, I thought.
“Yes, and yes,” I replied.
“Good, let’s find out what the fucker’s hiding,” my wife murmured once again admiring the ring on her finger.
Chapter 20
Diamond
I practically shredded the white box, pulling the top open. My eyes met Thierry’s as he relaxed on the bed. He was ready and waiting. And he for sure was willing as hell. He’d been intrigued by the idea of a fruit roll up most of the evening.
Pulling out the silver foil packet, I waved it around like the Golden Ticket from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Someone was indeed about to get lucky.
A smile made its way onto my face, and I used my teeth to tear into the silver foil. There was a slight ripping sound that filled the air. My core was already starting to heat up in between my legs. I was moist and ready.
First thing first, I thought.
Slowly, I unwound the plastic from around the strawberry flavored snack. Holding the red rectangle up, I saw Thierry was licking his lips.
“Stand up….and drop your fucking pants!” I commanded.
For just a second, I had flash backs of being inThe Diamond. That was where I’d learned to control men with their deepest desire.Right now, in this very moment my husband wanted to be controlled by me. It was against his very nature, but he wanted this experience.
He hopped to his feet, about to peel his shirt from his chiseled body. The shirt was inches from being pulled from his frame.
“Aht, aht!” I chided him and wagged a finger.
