Page 17 of O'Mega's Revenge
“That’s what you think was going on?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“No, what’s obvious is your fishing expedition. You know I won’t tell you what’s going on inside.”
Of course not. We weren’t that kind of couple. Sure, from the outside, it appeared that I was using him for information. But it was so much more than that.
And yet, here we were with a huge wall of silence between us.
A tear dripped from my lower lashes. It fell free and disappeared into the darkness.
“Next time I don’t tell you about a party, don’t take it personally. And, a warning, never bring your club with you. That shit wasn’t cool.”
“No? I’m supposed to walk into the viper’s den unprotected?”
“You are never unprotected with me.” He practically growled as he spoke. To emphasize his point, he stood up and towered over me.
I tipped my head away, so he wouldn’t see the damp trails of moisture on my cheeks.
“Who’d you hook up with after I left?”
His weight shifted and his hands balled into fists before landing on his hips. “The whole fucking mattress crew, want details?”
My heart skipped, and I worried that his sarcasm was a lie. I bit my lip to stop from saying something even more hurtful. This was my Wolf. The man who saved me.
Or maybe I’d inflated a good deed into something more. “I want peace. And while I’m at it, a million dollars in a retirement fund gaining compound interest while women are elected for top leadership globally.”
He snorted. “A woman would fuck things up.”
I glanced at his face. He frowned, deep in thought.
“Are you mad at me?” I tossed his question back at him.
“Yes. You were supposed to be home. Safe with your sisters and off the fucking radar of — ”
His words cut off.
“Of Nonno.” I finished for him.
“Fuck.”
It was my turn to scowl. “He recognized me.”
“No shit.” Wolf walked the length of the dock and back as he cursed under his breath.
“I’m tired of hiding, Wolf.”
He stopped abruptly. “Hiding was smart. What you did tonight was fucking dumb. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to waltz into our club and swing your invisible dicks around? Was it Missile or fucking Trot?”
I stood up and stuck a finger in his face.
“Not one word about my sisters.”
“And you do the same about my brothers, capisce?”
“One night with mobsters and you’re mimicking them? What happens when they take you to the cocaine orgy? You can’t just roll around in their shit. You get fucking dirty that way.”
“I’m not a saint,” he warned through his tone.
