“I don’t know.” I shift so his hand slides out of my shorts and stand, taking Molly with me. “Maybe one day, but not now.”
Not when my husband doesn’t love me.
When he only wants a baby to secure an heir and intertwine our families’ blood.
He might be a savvy businessman, dressed in a designer business suit, but he’s still the son of Joseph Rothschild—who was part of one of the most notorious crime families on the East Coast. And if I’ve learned one thing from growing up around men like him, it’s that business always comes first.
“I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”
I barely make it a few feet away before Kane’s on me, wrapping his arms around my torso and resting his chin on my shoulder.
Molly, the damn traitor, jumps out of my arms, leaving the two of us alone in the living room.
“If you don’t want to get off birth control, you don’t have to.” Kane turns me around and pulls my gaze up to meet his. “Butthat doesn’t mean every time I come in your tight little pussy, I won’t be hoping my swimmers are strong enough to get past whatever barrier those pills provide.”
He captures my mouth with his and then lifts me into his arms. And since I can’t stay away from my husband, I wrap my arms around his neck and let him walk us to the room, where he tests the effectiveness of my birth control several times.
27
Kane
“What the fuckdo you mean, it’s my dad?”
When I arrived at Dominick’s office this morning to meet with him, Matteo, and Lorenzo to discuss the dead-body incident, the last thing I expected was to be told that the body they’d found was my father’s.
“They were able to run the DNA through their database, and it’s your dad. They also found this note.” Dominick hands me a folded piece of paper. “I’m assuming it’s to you since you’re the only one invested in the waterfront expansion with multiple brothers.”
Sides were chosen. Your brothers chose mine. Too bad you didn’t make the same choice. Now, you and your wife will pay.
“Quite the poet.” I drop the paper onto the desk and sit back in my seat.
“She’s fucking nuts,” Matteo says.
“And if we’ve learned anything, it’s that the crazy ones shouldn’t be taken lightly,” Lorenzo adds, no doubt referring to the woman he’s cohabitating with—and still hasn’t told his friends about.
Which reminds me …
I pull out my phone and dial Daniil’s number.
“You have eyes on Bri?” I ask him when he answers on the first ring.
“Yeah. She’s—” His words are cut off by the sound of chaos on the other line, and my heart drops.
“Daniil!” I yell. “What the fuck is happening?”
When he doesn’t answer, I look up at the guys, who are staring at me with a mixture of concern and confusion.
“Something just went down.” I pull up the tracking app I have on Brielle’s phone. “Make sure your wives are locked down. I need to get to Bri.”
I rush out of the office and down the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator, while I call Brielle repeatedly.
With each nonanswer, my heart rate picks up. I know something is wrong.
I jump into my car, and I’m about to take off when Matteo slides into the passenger seat.
“Dani and Alba are safe. I have the condo secured with four guards on them. Let’s go.”
The drive to the Pilates studio feels like it takes hours instead of minutes, and when we arrive, there are already cops and firefighters at the scene.
