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“Word on the street is I’m his wife. Making this our child. So I suggest you ask around before I cut your tongue out of your mouth.” Okay, she’s had her fun.

I grab her under her arms and drag her away.

“Baby, let’s not get the police involved tonight.” She has no idea what I’ve been doing, and I’m suddenly afraid for my balls.

“Don’t you fucking baby me. Husband.” She hisses the words over her shoulders and buries the knife into my left thigh.

“FUCK!” I scream but don’t drop her as I move us into the backrooms of the Pearly Gates.

“That’s my good leg, Gianna!” I shout at her once I’ve slammed the office door shut.

“Pezzo di merda!” She screams, pulling out the knife to try and stab me again.

“HAVE YOU LOST OUR MIND WOMAN!” I struggle with her until she kicks me in the balls.

“Ooof,” I curl up in a ball on the floor, moaning in pain.

“No, I am perfectly sane. In fact, I have been chasing your fucking demons around the globe so you could finally find some fucking peace and maybe be a good father to our baby. All while you’ve been here playing mafia king in a drug war you have no business being in!” She kicks my stab wound and then collapses on the couch.

“Damn, Baby, I’ve missed you.” I choke out between coughs.

A knock on the door stops whatever she is about to say.

“Boss,” Bruno says, opening the door, and we both answer.

“Yes,” he looks from Gianna to me and back.

“You better bring those eyes back here before I cut them out and send them to your wife. Has everyone lost their fucking minds?” Gianna leaves no room for arguments, so Bruno defers to her.

“It’s good to have your home.” He smiles at her, but she doesn’t soften to him.

She raises an eyebrow, not interested at all in his sentimental words.

“The Mayor is here.” Oh, oh shit.

“Take him back to the conference room. I’ll be with him shortly. And Bruno,” he stops and nods.

“Lucas is not your boss. Unless you’ve become a biker in my absence. Understood?” Bruno glances at me but answers here with a huge smile.

“Yes, Mrs. Cole,” he manages to get the door closed before the knife she throws hits him.

“It’s Miss Dragna!” She screams as the knife vibrates in the wood where it’s embedded.

“GET THE FUCK UP.”

CHAPTER FOUR

GIANNA

I walkover to the still-vibrating knife and rip it out of the door.

“Baby, I get that you’re mad,” I scream out my frustrations as Lucas struggles to stand.

It takes everything in me not to kick his prosthetic leg right out from under him. Somehow, I understand that would be a low blow. I still want to follow the urge thought as his smug gorgeous face comes into view.

“Husband?” I hiss as I flip the knife in my hand.

“It was the natural conclusion to our situation.” He looks at my belly in awe.

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