Summer
“Do you want something to eat?” Lily asked as she hovered beside me while I paced around in the hall.
“No, Lily. I don’t want anything to eat.” The only thing I want was my sister safe and here with me, and for my husband to come clean about everything he was hiding from me.
Gabriel had been closed inside his study for hours now making phone calls and holding up meetings with his men. The house was crawling with his men and the first time the fact hit home that my husband was a mafia king of New Orleans as I watched every men who came and left carrying some form of ammunition with them. I had stopped asking questions when I knew he wasn’t going to answer, except that one time he told me to just let him do his job. “She’ll be here by tonight. Stop hyperventilating.”
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