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I need to take the goddamn kingdom if I want it.

“I haven’t yet. But I will, Dom. We are not destroying their ranch, and we are not giving in to our father on this one.”

“You want to go up against Dad? Now?”

I tap my nail on the window, zoning in on the ring for Colt. “If I have to, I will. I’ve had a taste of freedom, Dom. I want more.”

“Then buy the ring. Do you know his size?” he asks.

I’m going to do an educated guess by remembering how they felt inside me. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“And I hear you’re going after Nikos today. Be careful, Gianna,” he warns.

I laugh in response. “Don’t you start telling me what to do, Dom.”

“The difference is, I love you, and I’m saying it because I need you to come home.”

I rub at my chest. Maybe there is a way out; Dom deserves better than our father. And I think… so do I.

After we say goodbye, I push through the glass door to the jewelers. I’m going to buy this ring for my husband.

And then, I’m going to give him a few more surprises, to see which one gets him hard, and which one will send him into a cardiac arrest.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Colten

I’ve now got enough automatic weapons and explosives to take down every person on the coast of Mykonos if I wanted to. I’m sitting here under the AC, feet up on the table, watching money drain out of my bank account with a smile on my face.

Gianna seems to be having fun with my card. A lot of fun. And every transaction only makes me harder for her.

My eyes nearly pop out of my head when I see an incoming transaction. From Gianna. That menace must have used my card details to find my account information.

$500,000 inbound transfer from Gianna Milano. Payment details: There was no anal, so the price has been reduced to reflect missing services. Thank you.

I chuckle. Knowing my wife, she’s probably sent that with the goal to either get me in trouble with the law or get my damn bank account shut down. Within a few seconds, Richard, my financial advisor's name, is flashing on my screen. I answer on speaker and tip my head back. “Richard, I know what you’re about to say.”

“Colten. Why the fuck is a woman sending you money referring to anal? I can work a lot of magic for you with your business ventures, but prostitution? Really?”

I laugh. Only my wife could land me in the shit for selling my body for sex.

“Gianna is my wife, Richard,” I say flatly.

There's silence on the line, just as the front door opens and Gianna drifts past me with both arms full of shopping bags.

“Since when did you get married? And why is she sending you money? And why the hell has almost a million dollars come out of your account in the last hour?”

I grin.

“It gets worse, Colt.”

I lock eyes with my wife, who is smiling innocently as she sets the bags down.

“Did you make a purchase of eight hundred thousand on a yacht in Mykonos? Sail Away Enterprises? An hour ago?”

“Give me a minute, Rich,” I say, putting him on hold.

“Baby, did you buy us a yacht?”