Tori
Nico’s hand wraps tightly around my arm as he walks me toward Alicia’s room. His grip isn’t painful, not yet, but it’s firm enough to remind me who’s in control. He’s been eerily quiet since the meeting ended, and honestly, I prefer it that way. I don’t think I could stomach another performance as his wife.
Marcus’s absence hasn’t gone unnoticed either. Nico grumbled about it as we were leaving the bedroom earlier, muttering something about how it must be nice to take personal time during a job. I didn’t know you could get PTO in a gang. Should I file a formal complaint?
The thought is a brief distraction, but my mind keeps circling back to this morning’s meeting. After I sent the boys away—God, I hope they understood what I was trying to do—things took a turn. Diablo wasn’t impres
