Hidden Witness 6 Snippet
“Babe, where are you? You haven’t said much over the last
two days.”
Resting my elbow on the rear passenger door, I stroked my
thumb under my chin. I stared at the snow-covered trees as Maceo drove down the
interstate toward our house. Emoni intertwined our fingers.
“You know where I am, Emoni.” I dropped my head against the
plush leather seat and blew out a breath.
“Allowing my pregnant wife to travel to Mexico to handle
our problem…doesn’t sit well with me.”
“Marco, I am the Donna. It’s my duty to fight for our
family.”
I opened my mouth.
“You can’t say I need to sit out. I know you hate to hear
me say it but you can’t go. You aren’t…”
Her eyes dropped to her lap. “…strong enough yet.”
“And if I was strong enough would you sit home like a good
little wife?”
Her lips tightened. She gave me ‘the I’ll kill you look.’
I raised my hand like I was surrendering. “Poor choice of
words. Would you have stayed in Jersey and helped Luca with the day-to-day business?”
Emoni snatched her hand from mine and crossed her arms over
her chest. “This is my fucking fight,” she growled.
“All the chain of events that rolled out were because of my
relationship with José. You all have done enough for me. Now it’s time for me
to fight. I’ll bring Roderigo down by myself if I have to.”
“Now you’re just talking out the side of your mouth.”
I glared at her. “What the fuck kind of boss would I be?” I
rubbed my brow.
“Fuck that. What kind of husband would I be if I let my
wife travel to Mexico alone?” I pointed in her direction.
“That shit won’t ever happen. You’ll go…” I glanced out the
window again and clenched my teeth.
A wave of pain shot through my back. Shit! I
couldn’t let her see the pain I was in.
“…our best men will accompany your stubborn ass to Mexico.”
“And ladies.”
Our eyes met. “What?”
“My female soldier Vivian. I thought I told you about her.
She’s Adriana’s cousin. Vivian worked for the Magarelli’s. Dillon released her
to me.”
I quirked a brow. “Fine and ladies.”
My insides felt like mush. And my heart I was sure would
explode at any minute. I couldn’t lose her. Sure, could use a cigar and a stiff
drink right about now. We were almost home; I’d pour myself a drink once I
walked through the door. I was livid. Not being close to Emoni would fucking
eat at me. Gruffly I rubbed my chin, peering out the window.
“Are we not talking again?”
My eyes darkened. I turned, gripped her chin, pulling her
closer. Emoni’s ass rose off the seat. “What the fuck do you want me to say?” I
growled.
Her hands swept across my chest. I never broke our gaze.
How could a woman have you beside yourself?
She grabbed my free hand and slipped it inside her panties.
Emoni was so wet.
“My anger turns you on, huh?”
I gripped her face so tight all she could do was moan and
fuck my hand.
Her beautiful face was in a forever fuck me state. Shit, I
loved it. I loved her. All I wanted was her. Us. She was my life. It
didn’t matter I couldn’t remember meeting her. What mattered was how I felt
when we were together. She remained constant on my mind. Every decision I made.
Every move I made was solely focused on protecting her.
I bit down on her neck and she came. Fucking came all over
my hand. Her body shuddered.
I released her face. “You came so hard, baby,” I murmured
along the crease of her neck.
“Such a fucking turn on how you come from my touch.”
“Baby, I love you so much. Please know that.”
“Boss, we need to make a detour,” Maceo stated over the
intercom.
Emoni clutched my neck and squeezed my hand between her
thighs tighter.
“Maceo, for what?”
“Your top earning strip club is on fire.”
“What the fuck?” I roared.
Emoni slipped my hand out of her panties, fell against the
seat, and straightened her dress.
“Do we know who did it?” I kept my eyes on her. She looked
anywhere except in my eyes.
“No.”
Emoni leaned over, grabbed Kleenex, and wiped my hand.
She peeked at me from the corner of her eye then tapped the
partition button. The back of Maceo’s head came into view as the glass slid
down.
“Maceo, is that the strip club we visited first on my
tour?”
“Yes.”
Emoni scooted closer. “Do you think it was Roderigo?” she
swallowed hard.
“We’ll shake some trees and find out what people saw and
we’ll go from there.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her forehead.
Emoni asked because she was worried. Any blowback on this family had to do with
her.
“Baby, we’ll figure it out.” I didn’t want her guilt to eat
at her.
She exhaled and nuzzled into my side.
The smoldering blaze came into view as we drove through Jersey
City.
“Emoni, stay in the car. Hold your Glock in your lap. Rémy
or Romeo will stand outside the car.”
Maceo rolled to a stop.
“Ok.” Her worried eyes fell to the floor.
I tilted her chin upward with my index finger until our eyes met. “Hold your head high, bella donna.”
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