Finding the runaway wife (4)

The Viper

“Angelica left.”

I glared at Spider. “What do you mean she left?”

He shrugged, letting me know there was nothing else to explain about it. She ran away.

“And you let her?”

He scrunched his nose. “You know there’s no such thing as ‘letting’ with Angelica. You could lock her up in a cage with an active electric field all around it and she would still find a way to leave.”

His words conjured up a memory of that feisty little kitten she once was. She’d been looking for me for a year and I knew every bullet she put between a target’s brows, every throat she sliced was to get my attention. She did get it, but it was way too much than she bargained for. She ended up in my dungeon after putting down one of my most loyal men. I made sure the shackles were way too small for her to wiggle her hands free, and the chain was too short to be of any use.

I was going to decide whether she was worth keeping that night but I walked into the dungeon only for her to head-butt me and make