Page 54 of The Boss
Quinn
“You know she’s watching from the Southside hedges,” Mac asks the statement as we climb into the car.
“Fuck my life,” I mutter. “Of course she is.”
I inhale, trying to focus on the issue at hand and not the vixen I married. There is no one in the world like Luna Mancini. I’ll never admit it, but I did underestimate her.
She knows there’s something in the woods.
She knows how to handle herself in a fight much better than I expected.
She knows there’s value in watching us leave the compound to fix this issue. Did not expect that. Not to mention she’s a dog with a damn bone. She stays out for hours, watching, listening and walking. So much walking.
Then she stood in front of Finn and me and all my men, smug assholes laughing at her, with her shoulders square and her chin up. And she actually almost held her own.
“That’s some girl you married,” Collin mutters from the front passenger seat.
“Apparently,” I exhale. Not a girl. A menace. A headache. Maybe a damned mastermind too.
Our SUV pulls out of the gate and I realize I should have planned some decoy vehicles to throw her off. “Have some men come get this truck at the warehouse and bring it back here. Then have a second team report to the house an hour later then another an hour after that.”
“You got it,” Mac replies as he pulls his iPad from the back pocket of the front passenger seat in front of him.
I glance at the hedge as we pass by. I can’t see my wife in the shrubbery but I know she’s there. Watching. A spy in my house. In my damn bed. Or, bedroom, at least.
I’ve checked on her every night, out like a light, curled up on the couch. I’d insist she take the bed but the couch is huge and she’s a wisp of a thing. Tall, muscular and with curves I’ve unfortunately noticed would fit easily into my palm, but she’s slim. She always looks serene and comfortable in the dead of night. Dark hair mussed around her angelic face. She has delicate features. There in the dim light of the moon through my bedroom curtains, she’s cute. Soft and sweet.
Then she fucks all thatall the way offtrying to kick Finn’s ass in the dirt.
I don’t know that she’s ever looked more beautiful than when she was using her tight body so well, moves so fast, so clever. Eyes focused, muscles taut, cheeks flushed.
Then Finn had the audacity to look at her. Tolookand to wink. At what’s mine? He’s on latrine duty for two weeks. Maybe more.
Mac said I was jealous.
Finn is a boy. Being possessive is not the same as jealousy. She’s the don’s wife. He can’t fucking wink at his don’s wife. Idiot.
“So,” I get us focused. “This is just a new group of street kids trying to steal a few kilos, right?”
“That’s what it sounds like. Should just take a simple show of force so they know this is us they’re dealing with and not some little rival gang of pimply teenagers.”
“Alright,” I say, still feeling tense, but not about this.
“You know how this goes, boss. Easy in, a little flex, easy out, home for dessert.”
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“The Doc, now!” I scream as I open my car door. I turn and pull out Collin behind me. His blood is everywhere. Men and dogs rush to meet us so I command, “Move back.Síos!Back!”
“Shae! Sheila!” Mac calls right behind me as we enter the house.
“Quinn? Wait, is that Collin?” I hear Luna’s voice in the shuffle.
“Stay back,” I tell her.
“What happened?”
“He was shot,” Mac answers for me in a dry, smartass tone.
