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“Yeah, not happening either. In fact, now that I know my vagina has a thing for him, I’m going to stay far away.” I let it go for now, but my curiosity is piqued.

We talk for a bit longer before I end the call to pop in to see my parents. It’s weird to think of it as their home and not mine.

It’s crazy how quickly your life can change, and I have a feeling this is only the beginning.

Chapter Twenty-Four

WARREN

She makes the most adorable sounds when she eats. These little moans and sighs are endearing. They aren’t as loud as when she climaxes, but nonetheless enjoyable. I watch my wife eat. Why is everything she does so fascinating to me? I suppose it doesn’t matter.

I should simply enjoy it, and there isn’t much that I do of that anymore. Before, my life was about taking over and doing what I needed to keep my family on top. I found fulfillment in that or the next deal I could close—or, better yet, the next politician I could get under my thumb. Advancing my family's business had been my focus.

I was livid after speaking to Larson in my office this afternoon. Him interrupting me and Tova hadn’t put me in the best mood to begin with. So hearing that one of our warehouses at the docks was broken into didn’t exactly put me in a better mood. The break-in wasn’t to steal anything; that I could understand. It could be anyone, but they’d broken in to do damage, and they’d done a great deal of it. It’s a cost I’m going to have to eat and replace.

Thankfully, the damage was done to one of our long-standing customers and not one of the new ones I recently acquired. Thelast thing I need is this bit of information getting out. It could be very detrimental to the direction I’m trying to steer the family business in.

The newer clients that I’ve obtained and am still acquiring are legit reputable companies. I’ve been letting go of others that could potentially be messy or cause problems. This is how I was supposed to clean things up, but now it’s clear that someone out there isn’t too happy about that.

The list isn't too long of who it could be. I have tasked some of my men to look into the clients that we have stopped doing business with. I'm sure I'm high on their shit list. It's not easy to haul in containers of stolen goods and other things without them getting busted by a government organization.

We've provided protection, but somewhere they crossed lines and tried to slip things in under our radar because I put restrictions on things. We have never tolerated human trafficking, but I am slowly dwindling down on other items and products as well. The drugs can be tricky because if I don't manage them, someone else will try to.

My mood had been shit when I went to go in search of my wife. I heard her laughter the second I stepped out of my office, following it down the hallway and into the kitchen where she and our chef were talking, along with one of my men.

It has made my shitty mood fade. Tova is back to her old self. There are no more tears, defiance, or anger toward me. Watching and listening to her had been one of my favorite pastimes before she was aware I was doing it. Before she knew she’d be my wife.

“Turner is really nice.” Tova takes a bite of her grilled cheese. I’m not sure most would agree with her. Turner is good at getting information from people. That's why he is here in the first place. I’d gone over everything with him. Then when I was done, I asked him to say hello to my wife.

I trust Turner, and he’s happily married. Tova wanted my men to talk to her, so I arranged it. I’ll test a few more. Then I need to see about finding friends for her. I’m still not a giant fan of Marks. I’ve come to the conclusion that I could replace her by finding Tova a better friend. If it’s girlfriends she wants, then that’s what she’ll get. My wife will soon find out that I’ll do anything to make her happy. Well, anything within reason.

“If you say so.” I reach over, wiping the corner of her mouth with my thumb.

“Is he some super bad guy who tortures people to spill all of their secrets?” she says, laughing but quickly recognizes the look on my face. “Well, he was nice to me. I’m sure he had his reasons to not be nice to those other people.” She takes another bite of her sandwich.

“What am I going to do with you, little mouse?” I shake my head at her.

“I’ve got plenty of suggestions.” Her tongue comes out to lick her lips. Fuck. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“I’m enjoying watching my wife.” That earns me a smile. “And I plan to eat you later.” Tova flushes a pretty pink.

“So we’re going to, you know—” Tova wiggles her eyebrows.

“We’re going to what?” I play coy, wanting to hear her say it.

“Warren—”

“Little mouse.” Tova giggles. Her sweet, soft disposition is disarming, but Tova has always been that way for me from the very start.

“Consummate our marriage.”

“I plan to have my way with my wife after dinner.” I nod down toward her plate for her to eat more.

"Can I tell you something?" Tova takes another bite of her food.

"I'd like it if you told me everything." I could listen to her speak as a calming sound alone.

"Be careful what you wish for." She wiggles a finger at me. "But, ah—" Tova tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. "I had a few drinks at our wedding because I was nervous about our wedding night. You know?"

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