We’re so caught up replaying the audio, we all miss her returning. She does it just as impressively as the way she handled Vitale, the click of the safety switch the only noise before Dante’s head gets pushed forward.
“Look at you, baby girl,” he says slowly, rising off the chair but not yet turning around, “finding guns. You know the rule of pointing a gun at a person, right?”
“The one where you don’t point a gun at someone if you’re not prepared to use it? Or always check there’s enough ammo before you flick off the safety?”
Dante turns to face her. We all do, and I start having as much trouble breathing as Vitale has breathing. Not only did she find a weapon, but she also found a tactical vest and a pair of Dante’s old training pants. Of course, she also somehow knows how to wear the vest; she’s laced it tight, her tits nearly spilling out of the top of it.
“Vixen,” I tease.
Beside me, Dante is getting ready to pounce. I can feel his muscles bunching as if they were my own. It’s the twin thing we share.
“Pass me your phone,” she says, cutting us both off. Her voice doesn’t shake, but she’s got that soft demand in it I knew she would have. And I have my hand out, passing my phone to her, before she even finishes. Funnily enough, Matteo has his hand out, offering his too.
“What are you doing?” Dante asks as she calls a number.
Our wife is brave. She stands with her chin high, her backbone straight. I seriously can’t help the way my eyes keep gravitating to her cleavage. She’s a nymph walking amongst us.
Taking a couple of steps away, keeping herself in the best position to maintain the upper hand, she answers by lifting one of her eyebrows.
“Sit. Hands on the island.”
Matteo and Dante drop like school kids trying to impress the hot substitute teacher. Dante must be struggling not to reach over and show her how quickly he can disarm her, but he sits still.
“Jana, sorry I missed calling earlier. It’s been such a busy day, full of surprises.” She glares at the three of us as she speaks. The woman who has been housing and employing our wife talks rapid-fire back, her worry and concern obvious. “No. Not yet. I promise, if I need you, I will call.”
A smile breaks over her face before she swallows it. Not a happy smile, more one of relief.
“Call me on this number anytime. Yes, I’m sure. Okay, I need to go, but I will call you back tomorrow.”
Without waiting for a response from Jana, she hangs up and slides my phone into the waistband of her pants. Or maybe it’s her undies. Either way, for the second time today, I’m struck by a wave of jealousy for an inanimate object so visceral, I start growling like a wolf.
“You can’t be serious,” she snaps so suddenly, the growling part of me stops and nearly starts panting.
Then she does what none of us expect. Faster than we can blink, her fingers move deftly and well-practiced to engage the safety before she swings those hips of hers as she hustles, pushing Dante’s gun across the island toward him .
Dante’s head swings from her to the gun, back to her again, before he tips his head. “You didn’t just want to ask for a phone?”
“As if you would have given it to me.” She rolls her eyes at him before she does what she did to Vitale and puts her back to the three of us. Not walking out of the room, instead opening cabinets and looking for something.
“What are you doing?” I growl impatiently.
“Dying of starvation,” she answers without turning around.
Matteo hops off his seat to help, but she freezes him with a single look. “Come on, please. Let me help.”
“You’re kidding, right? You are literally the last person in this room I will be asking for help from.”
“Burn, bro.” Dante chuckles before she pins him with one of those looks. And while it’s my brother’s turn to burn, my cock stirs.
She goes back to ignoring us and opening and closing cabinets until my patience snaps.
“Sit,” I bark out like a demand, my hand pointing, making my request impossible to ignore or misinterpret.
She fights through my compulsion and avoids looking directly at either of us. “I think I’ll stand.”
Dante chuckles. “It was not a request.”
The Alpha bark from my brother isn’t a real surprise. I knew he’d pull it the moment she walked in armed and dangerous—not with a weapon, but with what she’s wearing. But Dante should have waited, because even before he finishes speaking, her peachy ass is up on that stool, a look of fake innocence on her face.
