Page 139 of Sins of Arrogance

It’s Brice.

Feckin’ hell.

I have to take it.

“Yeah?” I shove an ear­bud in my ear and slide the phone into the pocket of my suite jacket.

Kara looks up from putting on her san­dals. She doesn’t ask who it is.

That’s not how it works in the mob.

But she watches me.

“Dier­dre’s on the move.”

“Give me a sec­ond.” I mute my­self. Not some­thing I usu­ally do.

Be­fore the de­ba­cle of leav­ing Kara to go to din­ner with Dier­dre af­ter mak­ing love, I would have just walked out of the room.

Lean­ing down, I kiss my wife. “I have to go. I’ll see you at din­ner.”

She nods, her eyes go­ing wide, but doesn’t say any­thing.

“We good?” I ask.

Now those pretty hazel eyes nar­row. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

I’m smart enough not to haz­ard an an­swer to that ques­tion. In­stead, I kiss her again. This time I let it last and plun­der her mouth with my tongue un­til she re­laxes into me.

“We’re good.” It’s a state­ment this time.

She nods like it was a ques­tion again.

And I smile.

She smiles back.

I have to force my­self to walk out of our bed­room, go­ing back to my phone call. “Where is she headed?”

“Could be Queens. Could be Man­hat­tan. Both are east.”

“Do we have some­one on her?” I exit the apart­ment and give the guards on the door a death glare. “Keep my wife safe.”

The men say, “Yes, sir,” in uni­son.

“You wor­ried about some­thing hap­pen­ing to Kara?” Brice asks.

“We’ve got a feckin’ viper in our bleedin’ nest and a Rus­sian with a hardon for our new gun in com­mu­ni­ca­tion with her. What do you think?”

“Kara has a de­tail on her at all times,” Brice re­minds me. “Even within the man­sion.”

“I know. I as­signed them.” But shite hap­pens.

“She’ll be fine, boss.”

“I wouldn’t be walk­ing away if I didn’t be­lieve that.” Doesn’t mean I like leav­ing her though.

“Dier­dre is on the Long Is­land Ex­press­way.”