Romanced by the Mafia: The Don's Wife

Chapter 6

I drove home, surprised when Kieran pulled in right beside me. He closed the door I was trying to open on my car, only to open it for me. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Whatever torture you're planning, I won't back down. Nana said 30 days, and that's what I'm giving you.” He looked at me, those grey eyes looking pained for a moment before his usual mask slipped back into place.

“Come on.” He offered his hand. “I have a surprise for you.”

I took his hand, against my better judgement. We would have to have a conversation sooner or later. A time for him to tell me why he said he didn't want a divorce. I sighed as we approached the house.

“Is it a good surprise?”

His mouth tilted up at the corners, a genuine smile. Not the smirk he usually wore. He opened the door, and there in the kitchen was a table set for two. Candles. Fancy food. The works. I tilted my head, waiting for the other shoe to drop. And then I heard it.

Heels on marble. Selene, in the flesh. In our home. I took a deep breath. I had almost been fooled. Almost.

Selene looked at Kieran. “Hey hon. I got here early.” I tried to flee, but Kieran was a wall of muscle behind my back, keeping me from leaving. I turned to face him, unable to prevent the tears forming even if I wanted to.

“What is wrong with you?” The slap surprised even me. And then he was looking at me like he was confused too, and I was running back to the car. A guard, invisible but everywhere when your husband was mob royalty, stopped me.

A half second later, Selene was striding out, smiling at me like she had won something. And there came Kieran, storming out behind her. I turned away, anger and pain in equal measures shooting through me.

Then he was lifting me over his shoulder, and I was screaming at him to put me the hell down.

“Surprise huh? You are a f*****g prick! If you want her, just let me go!” All of this was made less fierce by the fact that I was over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and screaming it into his back.

He set me on the couch without preamble, sighing as he looked down at me. “I didn't know she was here. I made her leave.”

I crossed my arms, not believing a word of it. “Inara.” He knelt down beside me, looking straight into my eyes. “I swear, I didn't know. On my ma.” I clenched my jaw.

“Then why did she say she was early?”

He looks guilty. “I was supposed to meet with her this evening. But not like you think.” He held up a finger, stopping me before I could argue. “You were supposed to be in the meeting too.”

I scoffed. “As if that makes it better.”

His eyes flashed, anger and something else, gone in an instant. “Stubborn woman. Listen for a change. I was going to make sure boundaries were drawn. Selene…Matters to me, but not how you think. I have no intentions of marrying her. But I want both of you to be comfortable. If you can't be, she can't be around.”

He shrugs, as if him telling me his first love is expendable if I say so is just a regular Tuesday conversation. My mouth opens, and then closes. I cross my arms.

“Was the food the surprise?” I ask, looking at the table set for two.

“Yes. Our dinner for our anniversary. I cooked … A lot of it myself.”

“Our anniversary was yesterday, Kieran.”

“It's today, Inara.” He looks ridiculously pleased with himself. I check my phone, and double check the dates. He's right and I'm annoyed about it.

“You only knew because I made a fuss yesterday.”

“Not true.”

“Bullshit.”

He laughed, softly. “I have it on my phone. I'm bad with dates.” He shrugs as he says it.

“Why don't you want a divorce?” The question tumbles out before I can stop it. He takes a breath, and straightens up.

“Dinner first. Then I'll explain.”