“Vindictive gossip is not enough for a search warrant, so if this is a fishing exercise, you can get the fuck out.”
“No, it isn’t enough, but the evidence provided by my informant is enough to establish probable cause, so Judge Callahan was happy to sign the warrant.” I’d love to know who this so-called informant is, and how he got his hands on our financial records.
Unease trickles through my veins when I realize who’s had access to our accounts lately.
Was I foolish to trust Chiara?
While the authorities can’t compel her to testify against me, she could choose to work with the feds to bring me and my family down. But if she did, it wouldn’t only be me and my father in the firing line. Fina would be at risk, as would Luka.
If Chiara has betrayed us, I’ll have no choice but to end her.
Even if that means killing the woman I love.
52
Chiara
Kane looks surprised when I offer to stay. “I can help.” Three words I never expected to hear myself say, but here we are. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m part of this fucked-up family, and if they go down, I go down with them.
“The lawyers are on their way, kitten. The feds might think they’ve hit the jackpot, but I can guarantee this will all be resolved in a few hours. Angelo would be much happier if you were safe at the house.”
Of course he would. The bastard is probably worried I’ll make a scene and play the victim. A few months ago, I would have, but not now because I have too much to lose.
“And would you prefer me at home, safe and sound?” I place my hand on Kane’s chest. His steady heartbeat tells me he’s not worried by what’s happened, which helps soothe my nerves.
He leans in closer. To anyone watching, it looks like we’re exchanging a private word, but out of sight, his hand slides up my jean-clad thigh until it’s perilously close to my aching center.
“I’d prefer you bent over the kitchen table, with your pretty pussy on show for me, kitten.”
I forget to breathe for a moment as the image he paints takes shape in my mind.
“That’s…”
Warm lips brush the skin below my ear before he tucks a loose strand of hair out of the way. Then he slaps my ass and pushes me toward the door.
“Home sweet home, kitten. I need to stay here for the moment, so Carlo will drive you home.”
When I look up, Cecelia is watching the two of us with a mixture of envy and disgust. She’s made no secret of the fact she would very much like to bang my husband and Kane. Probably together, if the way she pants when the two of them walk past her desk is any indication.
I smirk at her. It makes me feel better knowing she’ll never have either of them.
The bitch sneers for a hot minute before a federal agent in a cheap suit appears with a list of requests, top of which is decent coffee. Cecelia simpers and flutters her eyelashes at the man, who apparently finds the braindead bimbo aesthetic attractive because he puffs up his chest and smiles.
Kane tracks my gaze and grins.
“She’s playing a part, kitten. Flirting with the agents is a distraction technique.”
I snort. Of course he’d think that.
“Sure. Is she playing a part when she flirts with you and Angelo?”
He considers that for a moment while Cecelia goes all out, pushing her tits into the agent’s face as she leans over to ask whether he wants cream in his coffee.
“No. She wants to fuck us,” he admits with a laugh. “But that won’t ever happen.” He hustles me toward the door. “Now move, kitten, before I’m forced to spank your ass some more.”
I catch Cecelia watching me again as the agent barks an order at his minion, and I can’t resist winking at her. To my surprise, she winks back at me before popping an extra button on her already half-unbuttoned pink blouse.
Huh, maybe Cecelia isn’t so bad after all. Even if she would love to fuck my husband.
