RAVEN:
Tamara and I leave the house to get me a makeover. She is not blasting music from her speaker as usual. This time, she is focused on the road, and her eyes show that something is bothering her.
“Did Marco do something?” I ask, breaking the silence, and she shakes her head.
“No. No,” she says, gripping the wheel tighter. “I just got back from visiting him, and we reached an arrangement.”
I shift in my seat, not liking the sound of that. Dante will not find any of this funny, and the worst part is that it is happening under my nose.
“And what kind of agreement would that be?”
She goes on to explain how it is just s*x. It sounds a little familiar to what Dante and I have, but the difference? I am married to him, and I have actual asset security. Dante would kill Marco, and probab
