“I don’t want…” She trails off, and I’d give my whole fortune to know what runs through her head. How she feels about everything and anything.
As much as I know her, she’s still a mystery to me on some things.
“If you’re concerned about my well-being, I’m not.”
“Iam,” she clips back, a bit of anger edging her tone. “You don’t just walk up to a mob boss and demand things.”
“And you’ve met many?”
She scowls at me. “Bronte, I don’t care how much money you have. It doesn’t give you a free pass to not be killed.”
“The Giordano mob is a dying breed anyway.”
“You still said the wordmobin that sentence.”
My lips coil into a mindless smirk. “Fuck me, is that you caringabout me, Daydream?” Her death stare deepens, but she doesn’t confirm it.
She doesn’t need to.
I’m growing on her, whether she likes it or not, and I’m not slowing down.
I’m only going to amp it up.
“The meeting ended in a mutual understanding,” I prompt to ease some of her anxiety. “If it doesn’t, we’ll own a few businesses in Chicago.”
“Why would you want a few businesses in Chicago?”
I notice her separating us as a couple in that sentence, and it beats my ego. “Because it’ll put the Giordano mob out of business and, if your little heart desires, you can build whatever you want.”
“I know nothing about Chicago, Bronte.”
“Wanna go?”
“No.”
She’s mad.
Irritated at me because I’m dealing with criminals and throwing my weight around.
And that makes my dick hard.
“I need you to do me a favor, Daydream.”
“You want me to do you a favor when you’re killed? I didn’t plan on being a widow before thirty.”
“Your birthday is in three days before you potentially divorce me.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh. “What is it, Bronte? You reallyarea pain in the ass.”
I can be that, too.
“I was wondering if you’d come to Boston with me. Meet my family.” Her features soften, but no words come out to play. It’s a big step, one I know that’s important, but it’s one I’d like to take so Meirna can see what kind of life she’d be having if she decided to stay with me. “My mother and sister know I married you; they’re furious. I was hoping you could distract themwith your warm personality and get them to forget I married you without them being there.”
Meirna promptly looks intrigued. Probably by my getting into shit with the two predominant, up until recently, females in my life. “How much trouble are we talking here?”
“The rest of my life. Constant reminders. Guilt trips galore.”
She smiles. “I think I like that.”
