I don’t think he’ll be able to relax until he knows he’s fed me.
Hawk feeds me lunch, and we lounge around until dinnertime.
I’m quite annoyed when Moretti joins us, but Magnum is nowhere to be seen.
My husband tries to play it off like nothing is out of the ordinary. As if missing an entire human isn’t worthy of at least a few quick words to set my mind at ease.
He rambles on about making arrangements for our claiming ceremony. The top of my head might explode before he gets the hint to shut up.
I’ll do the damn ceremony.
I couldn’t care less about that.
I’ve known it was coming in some form since I was sixteen or seventeen. I didn’t expect it would be with him, but if all goes according to plan, it’s less than an hour to ensure none of the other families can ever hurt me.
It’s a no-brainer.
Moretti doesn’t shut up, and eventually, I get mad enough to interrupt him.
“Where is Magnum?” I ask, my eyes narrowing. “He was gone before I woke up, and I haven’t heard from him all day. Tonight is supposed to be my night with him, and he’s nowhere to be seen.”
I swear to God, if he tries to tell me Magnum ran off and abandoned me, I will stab him with my butter knife.
And probably my fork.
It’ll be a double utensil attack.
“Concerned your boyfriend abandoned you, darling?” Moretti asks, his stupid blue eyes sparkling.
He’s a sadist.
He enjoys tormenting people.
“More like afraid you went back on your word and did something to him,” I snap, pointing at him with my knife. “Need I remind you, you assured me he would be safe as long as I was amenable.”
“Which definition are we going with for that word? I don’t wish to control you?—”
“I swear to fuck, Moretti. I’m about to stab you with my fork,” I say, cutting him off.
“Magnum is handling a few things for me. He will be home at some point tonight. Although, I can’t give you an exact estimate,” my husband says coolly. “He’s surveilling Grigoryan’s office. If he finds a window of time when he can safely enter, he’s supposed to take it.”
My heart thumps, and my stomach wobbles. “Does he have backup?”
He’s talented at breaking and entering, but that still makes me nervous. Security systems are an entirely different monster when compared to sneaking around and avoiding guards. Although, I’m sure, much like my family home, this house also has a security system. We rarely set ours simply because my father’s men were in and out all hours of the day.
“He assured me that he prefers to work alone, but there is a team of two watching the other side of the building,” Moretti says. “They’re in communication. If anything goes wrong, he’ll have assistance less than three minutes away.”
“And what if he can’t get into the building tonight?” I ask.
“Then he’ll try again tomorrow.” He shrugs. “Everyone around here is required to earn their keep, but I don’t purposely risk the lives of anyone who works for me.”
“He works forme. He’s supposed to be my bodyguard,” I say, wishing I had asked about Magnum hours ago.
Would Hawk have told me?
Ehh, probably not.
“He can transition to that when we have Grigoryan under control,” Moretti offers. “Now, relax and eat with me. I have to head out after dinner, and I want to enjoy our time together.”
