“Your wife. Is she mafia?” I asked my cousin.
Enzo snorted. “She’s about the furthest thing from it.” When my brows furrowed, he explained, “Probably should have brought this up sooner, but her maiden name is Logan.”
I sat up suddenly. “Are you fucking kidding me? You married a cop’s daughter? And not just any cop, but one who fucked us over?” My voice got louder with each question. “How do you know she’s not a plant, feeding intel to the fucking feds?”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “You don’t know her, you don’t know half the shit she’s been through for me, for this family.”
That had my eyebrow arching. “You trust her?”
“With my fucking life. Yours too, for that matter.”
“Bold statement,” I remarked.
“Doesn’t make it any less true. If you’re not going to hold me accountable for the sins of my father, then you’d better be prepared to offer Allie the same courtesy. Her loyalty lies with the Bellinis. She’s one of us now.”
“All right.” Nodding, I stood, extending a hand to help him off the mat. “No hard feelings? Surely, you can understand that in my position, I can’t be too careful.”
He pursed his lips, considering it. “I don’t know. A slight like that might require an apology gift.”
Laughter burst from my chest. “Is that so?”
“There’s a crotch rocket I’ve had my eye on for a few months . . .”
If there was one thing my cousin loved even more than getting fresh ink, it was adding to his motorcycle collection.
I clapped him on the shoulder. “A new bike it is.” Honestly, I owed him for helping Matteo hold down the fort during my absence. It was a small price to pay to show my gratitude, even if he viewed it as me making amends for doubting his wife’s motives in marrying him.
“Um, Boss?”
A voice near the open door to the gym had both of our heads turning in that direction to find Anthony, one of the foot soldiers charged with ensuring the estate’s security, standing there with an open box in his hands.
“What is it?” Grabbing a towel, I mopped up the sweat coating my skin.
“This package was just delivered at the front gate. We thought you might want to take a look.”
Enzo hopped down from the ring immediately, yelling over his shoulder, “Stay back until I determine the threat level.” As the head of my security team, he assessed all risks, putting himself on the line for the sake of the family.
He peeked into the open box, his eyes widening before they swung to me. Then he burst out laughing so hard he doubled over, gripping his sides.
I ducked through the ropes, moving to where he stood. “What the hell’s so damn funny?”
Enzo sucked in deep breaths as he began to calm down and slapped his thigh. “That wife of yours.”
“Excuse me?” I reared back.
My cousin snickered. “Nothing says ‘go fuck yourself’ quite like a box of dicks.”
Did he saydicks?
“Give me that.” I snatched the box from Anthony, and sure enough, it was overflowing with silicone cocks in various colors and sizes. My free hand scrubbed over my jaw. “Jesus Christ.”
Hitching a thumb over his shoulder, Enzo backed toward the door. “I’m gonna go because it looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you here. But be sure to use lots of lube and go slow.” His chuckles echoed from the hallway long after he disappeared.
“Sir?” Anthony looked mildly shell-shocked. Not that I could blame him; he’d just intercepted his boss’s wife’s sex toy delivery.
I waved a hand. “You’re dismissed.”
The man scurried from the room as fast as his legs could carry him.
