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Authors: R.E. Saxton,Kit Tunstall

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Chapter Nine

“I don’t know why you cared to know, Uncle, but they’re still on their honeymoon.”

Sal looked up as Gio sidled into the office, looking sullen. “That’s hardly a surprise. What surprises me is they are only taking ten days. Admit it, Gio. If you had that hot young thing, you’d want more than a week with her.”

Gio chuckled, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Yeah, who wouldn’t? Too bad she’s off-limits.”

Sal leaned back in his chair, eyeing his grandson. He still had his doubts about the other man’s loyalty, but since Aldo’s untimely death, he had found no evidence that his grandsons had been plotting against him. That Mia bitch had planted doubt that now seemed unwarranted, but that didn’t mean he was blindly trusting his nephew. He was no fool. Had he been, he wouldn’t have made it to the age of sixty-eight and still head of the Peretti family. “Is she?”

Gio frowned, his confusion obvious. “She what, Uncle?”

“Off-limits?”

Gio’s frown deepened, and he seemed to think Sal was testing him. “Of course she is. She’s Murphy’s bitch. His wife.”

Sal nodded, deciding it was finally time to share what he had learned with his grandson. “She might be Patrick Murphy’s wife, but before that, she was Howard Welsh’s daughter.”

Gio let out a hissing sound through his teeth, and rage glittered in his dark eyes. “The motherfucker who killed my mother?”

Sal nodded solemnly, remembering the bloodbath that had left Gio without a mother. “So I ask you again, nephew, is the broad off-limits?”

***

The blissful aftermath of lovemaking, coupled with the lulling sound of the ocean crashing gently on the shore just a few hundred feet from the open window of their private villa, was making her eyes heavy. She curled against Patrick, idly tracing her fingertip over the tattoo on his stomach. It was a random pattern of lines, at least to her, but she always found it fascinating.

She also liked the way his stomach muscles twitched under her fingertips, and the way his cock would slowly stiffen again as her fingers neared it while following the pattern sweeping down his stomach, no matter how many times he’d already taken her that day. She blinked back the urge to sleep, remembering she wanted to discuss something with him. “Patrick?”

“Hmm?” he asked, sounding on the verge of sleep. He seemed to be resting better than she’d previously observed, probably because they were far away from the city and his typical daily stresses. Of course they had bodyguards with them, and were still at a secured, reinforced complex, but things were different here. He could forget about being the mob boss for a while, and she appreciated that for him. It was another reason she was reluctant to leave tomorrow, but she knew they had no choice. Ten days had been the most he could squeeze out of his schedule, and their time was almost up.

“I’m supposed to start my new pack of birth control pills tomorrow.”

“Uh huh.” He sounded slightly more awake, but still not entirely with her.

With a small sigh of exasperation, she shifted positions to look down at him, which forced him to move as well. His eyes blinked open, and he finally focused on her. When he looked awake, she spoke again. “I’m supposed to start my birth control pills tomorrow.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I heard you.”

She circled her finger on his chest while watching the digit instead of meeting his gaze, inexplicably shy about making her request. “What if I didn’t?”

He stiffened slightly. “Didn’t what?”

Biting her lip, she took a deep breath. “I mean what if I didn’t start my pills again? What if we just threw them away and let whatever happens happen? Is it too soon for children?”

His eyes gleamed, and he clearly enjoyed the idea. A moment later, a dour expression took its place. “It’s dangerous to bring children into our life, honey.”

She nodded, knowing more than anyone how risky it could be, since her father had been taken from her before she was even an adult. “I know that, but surely we’re going to have children?”

Patrick sighed heavily. “Of course. I wouldn’t ask you to give up that experience, and I don’t want to forgo it myself. I just want to make sure you understand the risks too. We always have to be on our guard, and it’s a thousand times worse with little ones. There are assholes in the world who wouldn’t hesitate to use you or my children against me.”

She nodded, having come to that realization herself before she’d married Patrick. Yet, here she was, unable to imagine a future without him, and certainly unable to picture just the two of them with no family to carry on their legacy. “I know. There are no guarantees, but we can’t live our life always worrying about what could happen. We plan for the worst and hope for the best, right?”

He nodded, having been the first one to tell her that when she’d expressed concern about becoming his wife officially in so open a forum. She had wondered if it would be safer for the world to believe she was little more than his mistress on the side, but he had nixed that idea, clearly intent on claiming her as his.

“Yeah, okay. We’re not going to suddenly get careless, right?” He cupped her chin in his hand, bringing her mouth closer to his for a deep kiss. “Toss the pills,” he said as soon as he broke the kiss. “I want to see your tummy swelling with my baby inside you.”

Excitement shot through her, and she hugged her husband vigorously. Everything she’d ever wanted was falling into place, and she couldn’t be happier. She didn’t see how she could ever be sad again.

***

The heat of summer had given way partially to the encroaching coolness of fall. It was one of those days where the weather couldn’t seem to make up its mind, vacillating between hot sunshine and a balmy breeze every few minutes. She had dressed in layers to prepare for the weather. The tartan skirt and matching gold camisole were chic yet practical, as were the cable knit tights and knee-high boots.

She carried a sweater over her arm, deciding she would stop for coffee on her way back to the apartment. The tights might have been overkill, at least at the moment, with the sun beating down on her. She was aware of Jake and Isaac walking a couple of feet behind her, and another security man whose name she didn’t remember walking ahead. He was someone from a different detail, usually working in Patrick’s other sectors, but he had been pulled in for duty today to cover for Scott, her third bodyguard, who had called in sick.

Patrick had insisted on more security for her when she’d started her new job at a community center four blocks from their apartment. It was a volunteer position, but she enjoyed it immensely. She was teaching art classes to underprivileged children, and it felt good to be doing something useful, and something she enjoyed. With no need to worry about money, it was liberating to do what called to her, rather than what she was paid to perform.

He hadn’t liked that she was walking back and forth, but it seemed silly to take a car four blocks there and four blocks back. Besides, she was Patrick’s wife, and that practically made her untouchable, at least in their city. She knew things were still strained with the Italians, but not to the point where she had to worry about being whacked. Whacked? A giggle/snort escaped her. She was even starting to sound like a mafia wife.

She waved her hand in the direction of the coffee shop across the road. Jake and Isaac immediately turned with her, but her guard in front made a few more steps before he realized they had broken off. She bit back a grin at his muttered curse when he turned and jogged to catch up with them, once again smoothly inserting himself in front of her.

She missed Scott, who seemed to know which days she would stop for coffee, and which she wouldn’t. He was a bit closer to her own age than Jake or Isaac, and they got along well. She suspected Patrick might have been jealous, if Scott hadn’t been married to a very handsome man.

Entering the coffee shop, she got in line and ordered drinks for herself, Jake, and Isaac. Looking at her new man, whose name she still couldn’t remember, which was frustrating and embarrassing, she settled for asking, “What would you like?”

He shook his head. “Nothing, thank you, Mrs. Murphy.”

With a small shrug, she paid for her order and went to the area where they would receive their drinks. She still got a small thrill every time someone called her Mrs. Murphy, even after nine weeks as his wife. It already felt like it had been years, and she could barely remember a time when she hadn’t belonged with Patrick.

As soon as they had the drinks, the small group went to a table, and she chose a wingback closest to it. She was tired today, and she suspected why, but she hadn’t had a chance to confirm for herself yet, let alone mention to Patrick why her breasts might be sore, and she was waking up with a surge of nausea in the mornings. A box of tests waited at home for her, but she’d been running late this morning and hadn’t had time to use one.

She was impatient to pee on the stick and see the confirmation of her pregnancy, but she wasn’t sure she really needed that verification. Her period was two weeks late, and it had returned to normal as soon as she had ditched the birth control pills.

And they certainly hadn’t slacked in the trying department, she thought with a small grin, barely holding back a moan as she remembered just last night how Patrick had been overwhelmed with lust for her, bending her on the bed and taking her in a quick show of passion that had left them both breathless but sated before they made it down for the evening meal a few minutes late. Mrs. Quimby had given her a knowing look and a small wink, and she had fought back a blush
.

“Lauren?”

She looked up, taking a moment to recognize the dark-haired man standing before her. Her stomach twisted with dread, but she forced a polite smile. “Hello, Mr. Peretti.” She knew he had a name like a car, but she couldn’t remember which one.

He extended his hand, which she had to shake or appear rude. “Just call me Gio, please.”

She nodded. “You must call me Lauren.” She almost rolled her eyes at herself as she realized he already had. “How have you been, Gio?” She didn’t really care, but she knew appearances had to be maintained, and she didn’t want to inadvertently insult the other man and spark some sort of mafia war.

“It’s been interesting.” It was a cryptic remark, but he didn’t seem inclined to explain further.

If she had cared at all about the other man or his life, she might have probed. Since they were practically strangers, it was easiest to just let it go. “Would you like to join us?” She was mentally crossing her fingers that he would say no, and she had to bite back a groan when he nodded and sat on the ottoman which had supported her feet until a second ago.

“Back from your honeymoon?”

“We have been for about eight weeks.”

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” He smirked at her in a knowing fashion, one that had a creepy sexual overtone to it.

Apparently, she wasn’t the only one who noticed, because Jake and Isaac shifted in their chairs, and she was aware of them trading a look from the corner of her eye. That they were on edge too concerned her, because she trusted the men implicitly with her life. They had good instincts, and if they felt something off, it was clearly an issue. She felt it too, though she couldn’t identify or define what felt wrong about the situation.

“What are you up to these days, Mrs. Murphy?”

She shrugged. “I’ve been volunteering at the community center.”

He barely hid a sneer behind his cup of coffee, and his tone was condescending when he said, “It’s generous of you to give your time to the people who are victimized by what your husband does.”

Her lips tightened, and she glared at him. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged. “There’s a lot of violent crime in that area, and a lot of the people who come there have lost family members to guns.”

“To the people who use guns,” she corrected stiffly. “I suspect a great many have lost family members to drugs too.” She knew enough about the Italians to assume drugs were a chunk of their business.

He shrugged again, looking unconcerned by that, despite his professed worry for the people harmed by Irish guns. “And how do you like being married to the mob?”

Her eyes widened at the bald admission from him, and she had the crazy thought that perhaps Gio was wearing a wire. Had he struck some sort of deal with the feds to get information on her husband, deciding she would be the weakest link? If so, he had decided wrong. With a small slurp, she finished off the last of her drink, passing the cup to Jake when he took it from her so he could throw it in the trashcan.

“If you’ll excuse me, Gio, my husband is waiting for me.”

“Yes, of course. We wouldn’t want to keep Murphy waiting.”

She shivered under the intensity of his expression, relieved when Jake stepped between her and him to provide a physical shield. The hairs on the nape of her neck stood up, and she half-expected a blaze of guns to light up the place as they all started shooting wildly. After a second, whatever silent confrontation happening between Jake and Gio ended, and Peretti stepped away from her, inclining his head once and striding from the coffee shop.

She was still on-edge when she and her guards walked toward the exit a few moments later, and they monitored the area before they allowed her to step outside. They always did that, but they seemed to be more thorough today, once again making her instincts scream that something was off. They felt it too. “I don’t like this,” she said softly.

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