Playing Dead to Leave the Don
It's been three years since my marriage to Luca Romano, the Don of the Romano family. We still spend the first night of every year tangled in each other's arms, making love until dawn.
But just as the night reaches its climax, an unfamiliar ringtone breaks the silence. Luca pulls away.
The warmth beside me slowly fades as I watch him slip into his study. His voice is soft and coaxing as he speaks to the woman on the other end.
"Babe, put on that dress. I can't wait to tear it off you."
Familiar hunger gleams in his eyes, yet when he looks at me, he merely says apologetically, "Tesoro, something serious came up with the family. I need to take care of it."
He leans down to kiss my forehea