And in my world, they’re not things you come across too often.
‘You’re staring at me,’ she says, pressing a quick kiss to my mouth. Her blonde hair is twisted into an elegant up style, showcasing her slender neck.
‘You’re my wife. I’m the one man who’s allowed.’ I shrug. ‘Speaking of which, I’m taking you out tonight.’
‘You are? I’m supposed to be meeting Abby.’ Her hand pauses on the door handle, her blue eyes blazing into mine. ‘But I suppose I could ask her to meet me tomorrow instead.’ I steal another kiss, and she pulls away. ‘There are kids present, Dominic,’ she teases, even though they can see nothing behind the tinted windows. ‘So, where are we going?’
‘All will berevealed…’ I arch an eyebrow and watch as her mouth pops open.
‘Reveal?’ she whispers.
I touch her thigh because I can’t not. ‘If you’re up for it.’ My horny little wife has been desperate to revisit Sean Beckett’s sex club since the first time she stepped foot in it.
Colour stains her cheeks, and I chuckle. ‘Oh, I’ve missed those blushes, baby.’
‘You’re a bad man,’ she murmurs. ‘How am I supposed to get through the day, knowing that?’ She presses her thighs together.
‘It’s called delayed gratification, Mrs Kincaid.’ I fire her a wink. ‘You’re in for a crash course tonight.’
Her lips find mine then. I pull back, reluctantly. ‘There are children present,’ I toss her own line back at her, and she shakes her head, biting back a smirk. ‘You’re insufferable.’
‘I’ll pick you up at four o’clock.’
‘You don’t need to chauffeur me around; you bought me a car,’ she reminds me.
‘I like chauffeuring you around.’ I squeeze her thigh gently. ‘I love you.’
‘I love you too.’ Her eyes linger on my lips for a long beat, then she opens the door and steps out, pulling her cream cashmere coat tighter around her.
I love her independence, but I also love it when she’s bound and gagged and tied to our bed and utterly submissive too. I love her every and any way I get her.
Girls call out greetings. Parents and teachers smile at her. Within seconds she’s in the middle of it all, animated and glowing like she belongs there. I watch her disappear into the building before leaning back in the seat.
‘Where to?’ Lewis asks from the driver’s seat.
‘Ravenhill.’ He meets my eye in the rearview mirror. ‘I need to see Ciaran.’
The city has been quiet lately—quieter than usual with Kavanagh gone. Michael Kavanagh, Rory’s father, took his own life after his son went missing.
An unfortunate tragedy.
At least that’s what people believe.
Frankie made sure of it.
So the war with Kavanagh is over.
But there’s a new one still at large.
Because you don’t kill the Colombian Cartel without repercussions.
Twenty minutes later,we reach the prison. Ravenhill looms like a grey fortress against the morning sky. The guards at the gate barely glance at the car before waving us through.
The Syndicate doesn’t officially run the prison.
But we might as well—I made certain of it. No one will ever threaten my father’s life again.
Inside, the corridors smell faintly of disinfectant and concrete dust. I pass through security with minimal fuss. No metal detectors. No searches. Just a quiet nod from the officer on duty.
