“Boss, need help with anything?”
I was pretty sure he knew what was going through my mind right now. I glared at him, and pulled Sophie’s hand on to my arm, and pulled her towards the entrance. I heard the asshole chuckling. We would be having words later.
Just having her hand on my arm was giving me chills. Damn this woman! I glanced down at her as we approached the building entrance, her face blank. What wouldn’t I give to see another expression on her face. Maybe one with her head thrown back in bliss from me pleasing her and touching all of her body. God dammit! I really needed a cold shower later. This celibacy shit is hell!
It has nothing to do with her. It’s simply because I haven’t gotten laid in two fucking months. It has to be. Fuck me!
As we entered the room, the sound dimmed. That was odd. Then I heard whispers.
“Isn’t that Don Sanchez’s other daughter?”
“The one we never see.”
“Why are they hiding her?”
“She’s gorgeous. Just look at that beautiful dress on her.”
“I’d fuck that.”
Motherfucker!I turned to the last voice and stared at him down, until he turned pale and looked away.
Sophie didn’t seem to be affected by any of it, but I wasn’t sure if that was true, or just how she shut things out. My wife was still quite the mystery.
After making rounds around the room, introducing Sophie, I led her to a table to sit so I could go and do some business on my own. Particularly with Maximo. Maximo had his wife here somewhere. They had a lavishly ridiculous wedding in Paris, which made me think of the comment Sophie had made about Serena getting married. I had been in attendance without Sophie because I wasn’t ready for the public appearance. However, aftertonight, I realized it had been a ridiculous thought. Even though her own family apparently had no interest in her well being, the majority of those present were not only welcoming of her, they seemed very interested in getting to know the ‘hidden daughter.’
I had managed to make my way to Maximo, as he looked towards where Sophie was sitting.
“How is the new wife going?” He had a look in his eye that didn’t sit right with me.
I looked him in the eye and returned the question. “I don’t know Maximo. How about your wife?”
He chuckled darkly. “She is going to cause our world to burn down, and I won’t be able to do a damned thing about it.” He looked a bit irritated, but also amused.
“I heard she took out your mistress on the wedding day.”
His eyes darkened. “That she did. Slit her throat right there in the honeymoon mansion’s living room. Had to purchase all new furniture.”
“I knew Aria was a little off her rocker, but that is unhinged.”
“Be grateful you got the good wife. Fuck, you even have the clean wife. Untouched by our men.”
I actually felt pride in that fact. I knew Sophie wasn’t a virgin, hadn’t been since she was 18 years old. But she never got involved with the men in our world. Only college boys. Pussies, all of them.
“I hadn’t had pussy since the day before our wedding for fuck sakes. My wife always seems to know when I’m trying to get some. Damned woman. At least you can play around.”
“No, I’m not risking that shit. If I’m going to piss off Sanchez, I’ll wait until we get closer to tagging him.”
“What? You been celibate since the wedding?” He looked shocked.
“Yep. Lots of showers. Lots of lotion.”
“Fuck! And I thought I had it bad.”
I glanced around the room as we kept chatting quietly between us, when I caught my wife by the food table, talking to none other than Aria Ruiz.
“What the fuck is your wife doing, talking to my wife?”
He looked over where I was looking and observed.
