Page 86 of Vows In Corruption

“How did you get this number?”

No answer, and thirty second the line goes dead.

I don’t hesitate calling right back but it goes to a generic voicemail. Nothing identifiable about it.

I try one more time, but get the same result.

Anger rolls through my body, and the urge to throw my phone across the room and let it shatter is strong, but I keep myself together enough to dial a different number.

“Shouldn’t you be in martial bliss with your new wife?” Dante’s voice sounds through. From the music in the background, I know he’s at Perversa.

“I’m going to send you a number and I need to know everything that is tied to it.”

Right away, Dante is on alert. “Does this have to do with Hill?”

I fucking hope not. “No.”

“Your wife?”

“My brother.”

The silence is deafening, as if the fact that this is tied to Robert shocked Dante as much as it shocked me.

“Send it over to me, but I’m also calling in a favor.”

“What would that be?”

“Are you CEO?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because it has to do with my famiglia.”

He’s not talking about him and his wife or even any cousins or uncles that he may have left. He’s talking about his other family.

The mafia.

“Whatever you want. Just get this done.”

“I’m on it.”

22

ELLA

Nervousness is ransacking my body right now.

My palms are sweating, I’m stuttering out words, and I swear I have forgotten more things in the last twenty minutes than I have in my whole life.

And I can only think of one thing that could be causing it. Going on this honeymoon with Bennett.

Any newly married person would be loving the fact that they will be getting their new husband’s undivided attention for a whole week. And if I was anybody else and Bennett and I actually had a real relationship happening between us, I would be one of those people. There wouldn’t be nerves running through me, I wouldn’t have the urge to tell my husband to just forget about the trip and let’s go back to his house. No, I would be over the moon that I would be spending seven, uninterrupted days with my new husband.

Instead, I’m setting on a private plane, that looks like it could seat a good twenty people, bitting my nails off, wishing that I would have told Bennett no instead of yes.

All because I don’t know where we stand after yesterday.

Spending time with him is fine. It was bound to happen where we are going to go a few days, doing nothing but being around each other with no one else in sight. We work and live together. Sure, when we are doing those things we have the buffer of other Lane employees and the kids always around, but we can handle being alone for an extended period of time.

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