The Don's purchase
Wilbet hated the sight of my tears.
Forcing myself to breathe, I shook my head.
"That is Malcolm Laurent," he scoffed, as if the name irritated him. "A very powerful man. Some say he has affiliates with the Mafia, and you were standing there chatting with him like a damn fool."
I curled my fingers into my palm, feeling my nails dig into the flesh there.
Wilbet turned to me harshly, grabbing my face. "Tell me, dear wife, did you embarrass me?"
I knew "embarrass" was code for Did you tell him I hit you?
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