Page 61 of The Boss
What the fuck?
“I don’t know what Vincenzo Baltoni knows about us, or what he thinks he knows, but he is insistent you meet up with him while you’re in Boston. He just texted you three minutes ago, so I wonder, how the hell does he know you’re in the city today?”
Vinny?
I school my features.
I don’t want to show my confusion or, more importantly, my complete and total utter, blinding, beautiful relief.
This is not about the laptop.
Thank you, God!
“That’s just a coincidence,” I start. I pick up my phone. “I’ve barely checked through all of my messages, I—”
“You haven’t replied to him yet but I wanted to remind you of our agreement,” he leans in and puts his hand over mine. To the onlookers, it may look like a loving gesture. It is not. His voice is barely above a whisper and so deep I feel it in my stomach. “If you try to meet up with a man for anyexperiences, that’s fine. But he will be dead by nightfall.”
“You’re bluffing. You won’t kill Vinny.” I say, yanking my hand away. Because is this guy fucking for real right now? He rejects me a million times, is cold and condescending in the car on the way here before ignoring me for forty minutes, then has the audacity to be, what, jealous? No possessive.
Because I’m his.
Not even his, really, but just the title. The Irish mafia’s don’s wife. Skull Quinn’s wife.
Well, I might be his via some contract but I am not his to control. Plus, I’m sick of hiscontentednesswith Sheila in the house, while I’m supposed to stay a virgin the rest of my life? I cross my arms and stare at my husband.
He stares back, his eyes black as death. Then without moving any other muscles, whistles a sharp sound. It cuts through the sounds of the cafe.
Mac nods and then takes out his gun and shoots into the ceiling.
“Shit!” I scream, along with twenty other people in this place.
“Everybody out! Now!”
The people listen, running and screaming.
“Are you insane?” I lean forward to ask Quinn, who has yet to flinch or twitch or break eye contact.
“Yes, it’s been well established. So when I tell you not to fuck around and find out, I mean it.”
“I haven’t even replied to Vinny!”
“Tell Vinny you’re married and will not be meeting him. Ever.”
My mouth falls open, “Then tell Sheila to stay the fuck out of our house.”
He flinches. Then smirks. “Sheila can come and go wherever she pleases.”
I grit my teeth and growl, “Are you seri—”
“Since she is mycousin, she is one of the few people I trust explicitly.”
“She’s your—”
Quinn sits back and spreads his legs like a king. He crosses his arms like I just did, making an obvious display of it. Smug.
“You are an asshole.”
“Yes, you said that in the car.”
