She was addressing Gianni. She went to approach him, but he stopped her with a hand.
“Oooh...no. Please don't. My wife likes to choke people. I’m afraid for you.”
Gianni chuckled, Jack broke into laughter, but Natasha’s face was that of stone.
Jack and everyone else knew that Natasha didn't play games when it came to her man. But Beverly clearly had no idea of the potential danger that she was in. Understandably, because Natasha Storm had the air of innocence. On the surface, she seemed quiet and sweet. However, Jack knew better. Natasha was a sharp-shooting beast with anger management issues.
“Tasha, hello,” Jack said, approaching her with open arms.
“Hey, Jack. Where’s Vic?” she asked as she embraced him.
“She’s tied to the bed.”
“Literally?” she asked.
“Yes,” Jack chuckled. “She has a hard head.”
Natasha laughed. “Can I untie her?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Yeah. Go ahead,” Jack responded with a kiss to her forehead. “It’s good to see you, Tasha.”
Natasha grinned and stepped out of his embrace.
“You and Vic are nuts. But I love y’all to death.”
“You’d better,” Jack chuckled. “Go get your girl, but don't lead her to me. She’s pissed.”
On her way out of the kitchen, Natasha gave Beverly a look that could freeze fire. Jack turned to Gianni, donning a smirk that was an indication of his amusement.
“It’s good to see you, cousin,” Gianni said, opening his arms for a hug.
Jack walked over to his cousin and punched him playfully in the chest.
“Oooh…I don't get a hug? You can paw my wife right in front of me, but I don't get a hug?”
“Your wife is soft, and she smells good. You smell like shit,” Jack joked.
“Yeah, sweet, rose-like expensive shit,” Gianni countered.
“But shit nonetheless, cousin.”
Jack embraced his cousin. It was good to see him. Gianni hated Chicago. He lived in Paris and had been away for years, only returning when Jack was shot. And had he not fallen in love with and married Natasha, he would never visit.
“Where’s Gio?”
Gio was Gianni and Natasha’s miracle baby. Natasha was told that she would never have children of her own, but fate stepped in, bearing gifts.
“Mamma took him upstairs.”
The sound of Beverly clearing her throat caused the cousins to look in her direction. Jack had forgotten that she was in the room. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen, still scantily clad, and begging for attention.
“Why are you still here?” Jack asked the desperate woman.
Finally realizing that she had no chance of ripping his marriage apart, Beverly closed the robe, covering her nakedness. “I-I was gonna make breakfast for everyone.”
“No, thank you. Gianni is here. He always does the cooking. He—”
“Huh?” Gianni cut in. “I just got here.”
