Romanced by the Mafia: The Don's Wife

Chapter 9

I sit by the big windows in the living room, watching out for his car to return. Things keep running through my mind. Scenarios that are each worse than the last. Hurt, killed, maimed … in bed with Selene while she plays pitiful.

The pain my mind causes itself is endless.

My phone lights up beside me, and I glance at the screen. Kieran's name, flashing across. I pick up immediately. “Kieran?” My voice is worried, and a little more desperate than I want it to be.

A soft, trilling laugh on the other end. “Selene, actually. Just wanted you to know your husba– hey! Kieran!” I can hear a scramble on the other end, boots shuffling, and Kieran's voice, harsh and angry as he asks Selene who the hell she thinks she is. A moment later…

“Ina? Are you there, gorgeous?”

I almost drop the phone. It should be illegal for him to sound like velvet on the other end of the line the way he does. “Yeah. Uhm yep. I'm here. What the f**k was that?”

He sighs, clearly annoyed, and I prepare myself for the old Kieran, the one who makes excuses and acts like I'm the one at fault. “Sorry. Apparently, Selene here thought an ‘emergency’ would get me to make her my priority. Or some shite.” Heavy accent. He's pissed. Not at me.

“Anyway, I'm on my way home.” I hear Selene protest in the background, followed by a gruff female voice telling her to shutit. As one word. That would be Grace, one of his favored enforcers.

“I'll explain more when I get there. And Inara?” He says that last question like he's directly in my ear, and I can feel my breath hitch. “We're finishing what we started.”

The line goes dead. I stare at the phone like it's grown a second head.

So he's not dead. Or bedding another woman. But he seems intent on…. Oh. OH. My brain short circuits.