Page 146 of Sins of Arrogance

Done try­ing to han­dle Dier­dre.

Done with my mar­riage. Just done.

And if it means killing some­one to pro­tect my son, I’m enough of a mama bear to do it.

Chap­ter 36: Frac­tured & Fu­ri­ous

MICK

What the bleedin’ hell just hap­pened?

My al­ways dig­ni­fied wife, who takes her role as high­est rank­ing woman in the mob very se­ri­ously, and never so much as blinks in dis­taste at a rude guest had her foot on Dier­dre’s throat.

The woman who never swears, even in the throes of or­gasm, just told me to fuck off.

With Dier­dre.

That pisses me off more than the dis­tance she’s put be­tween us lately.

All be­cause of the pain-in-the-ass still try­ing to look wounded and put upon while spy­ing on my fam­ily.

“Get the fuck out.” I al­low the mask I al­ways wear to slip and let Dier­dre see the deadly mon­ster within.

The man who would feel no re­morse about killing her and dump­ing her body in the ocean.

Her small gasp and the way she quickly puts dis­tance be­tween us says she re­al­izes just how badly she mis­cal­cu­lated by start­ing more drama with Kara.

“I’m go­ing.” She puts her hands up in sur­ren­der. “But it’s not my fault, Micky. Your wife is patho­log­i­cally jeal­ous.”

“My wife is off-lim­its. Fig­ure out what that means, or I’m go­ing to for­get about the al­liance and send you home to your fa­ther in a box.”

Her eyes widen, but it’s not af­fected this time. She’s scared. And she should be.

Her games are go­ing to end, or she is. And I don’t care what my fa­ther-in-law thinks about that.

The door has just closed be­hind Dier­dre when Kara comes stomp­ing down the hall. She’s car­ry­ing her purse, lap­top bag and a duf­fel.

I step into her path. “Where are you go­ing?”

“Is Dier­dre still a guest in my fa­ther’s house?” she asks in­stead of an­swer­ing.

This isn’t the first time in the last few weeks that Kara has re­ferred to the man­sion as her fa­ther’s house, not home like she used to.

I’d think she wanted us to get our own place, but there’s no way she wants to move away from Maeve and Fiona.

Dry wash­ing my face with my hand, I sigh. “You know she is.”

She nods, like she ex­pected noth­ing less. “I’m mov­ing into my old room.”

Ev­ery­thing in­side me freezes. “The fuck do you mean you’re mov­ing into your old bed­room?”

“I need some space.”

“From me and Fitz?” The last time she wanted space from us, she tried to take her own life.

That is not hap­pen­ing. Not ever again.

“From you.” Her clar­i­fi­ca­tion is swift and cer­tain.