Romanced by the Mafia: The Don's Wife

Chapter 5

“Kieran, if this is so you can torture me–” I begin, but Nana raises a hand and I come up short. She looks at her grandson, something unspoken passing between them.

“Give us a moment, Inara.” She says softly and I walk out, down to the kitchen where there is soda bread and soft cheese. I have a bad habit of snacking when my anxiety is up. And it is in full force at the moment.

What the f**k was that? I ask myself. He didn't want a divorce? Since when? When we were first married, that was his very favorite threat. If I didn't learn to fold his socks properly, we were getting a divorce. If I didn't stop asking him about his favorite things? Divorce.

Somewhere in the middle it had become an empty threat. We both knew Nana had to sign off, and so he'd use it as something to get under my skin.

Now suddenly he was getting his wish, and he didn't want it? That made zero sense.

Upstairs I heard the sound of raised voices. They spoke in Gaelic, something I had stopped trying to master when I tried to surprise Kieran with my lessons on it, and he had told me I was butchering it.

Nana, despite her age, was more than capable of screaming down a house. At the moment, her voice was overpowering his, and then both quieted down. I finished the small snack I had made myself, and heard the study door open.

Kieran found me in the kitchen, took one look at the soda bread and cheese, and understood I had been stress eating. “She wants you upstairs.” He looked like a cat who had been in the cream. I narrowed my eyes, and went back up.

“Yes, Nana?” She looked at me shrewdly, sitting back in her chair and taking a moment before answering me.

“I am cutting you a deal.” I furrowed my brows, but she continued. “He doesn't want a divorce. In exchange for you giving him thirty days to prove as much to you, I will draft the papers. Leave you 10 million once it's final. If he can't change your mind.” The spark of mischief in her eyes worried me.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “And I get final say, no matter what?”

His deep voice sounded from the door, making me jump. “Yes, you do.”

I grabbed my purse, hugging Nana. “Alright. Deal.”

I turned on my heel, moving past Kieran, and walked out into the sunshine. Rare on autumn days here in Boston. He wouldn't change. I knew that. Which meant I would put up with his torture for the next thirty days, and walk away 10 million richer.