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the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

He even pulled out his phone to show a picture he had saved—a candid shot of her he took and looked at when he was alone. “Sorry, sir, we hadn't seen—” “Wait, is that Gracie?” the other guy said, looking closer at the screen. “It is Gracie.” He nodded his head, confirming it. “Yes, that’s her name,” Eric answered, his heart hammering. “What is she to you?” the guard asked, trying to look intimidating. Eric took a breath, trying to control his temper before he punched the man. “She is my wife. I have not been able to reach her all day.”

That I could just walk up to Vincenzo, shrug, and say, nah, not today, brother, I’m domesticated now, married, eating salads on rooftops instead of stacking bodies in alleys. She wants me to believe it too. She wants me to believe I could strip it out of myself, like violence isn’t stitched into my fucking DNA. And for her, I almost believe I can. My eyes found the Glock on the nightstand. Always within reach, the way another man might keep his wedding ring. My fingers twitched. I wanted to check the weight, thumb the safety, feel the oil on the metal but I didn’t, not with her asleep ten feet away.

The only reason her parents would show up here would be to inject her IV with holy water, so… “I’m her husband.” Rose was dense as fuck and gum-chewer was even worse. “Yes of course,” gum-chewer broke the silence, scurrying towards the door with her badge. Slowly, the doors swung open, and my agitation multiplied by a million. Azure Blackwood leaned against the wall, looking down at his CFO, who was…. Shirtless and bloody. Finnick Gray. Stuck to Azure Blackwood like a bee to honey. Anyone with eyes can see that he’s in love with that smug bastard and yet, he’ll always come second to my dear wife.

I burst through the door and went straight to the safe hidden behind a painting, and I punched in the code with trembling fingers. The safe door swung open and I immediately began counting the cash stacked inside, rifling through bills and checking every corner. Everything was intact, but when I reached for where I always kept the pistol my hand closed on empty air. The gun was gone. Chloe had actually taken it. I sank into my desk chair and dropped my head into my hands while my heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. My pregnant wife had stolen a loaded weapon and was threatening to use it because I embarrassed her at a gala, and I had no idea what she was actually capable of any

"Come on, Densel. We all know touching one's wife is against the very grain of being in the mafia. The papers are signed, her name changed, and our marriage is well and truly consummated. She belongs to me now." "Take the gun," Sven orders as he shoves a Glock in my hand. "Things are about to get messy, and we need to be ready to run," he demands. He reaches for the key and unlocks the internal door, and his turn of events shakes me. What does he know that I don't? Glancing down, I check the barrel to find it full before I move the gun around to assess its weight. I'm never much of a good shot, unlike Emma, but I can aim and fire without a second thought.

Her slender hand playfully took his silenced revolver out from his waist playing it with her fingers. “Honey... What are you doing here?” Zack felt complicated seeing his wife playing his revolver like a pro. His heart thudded loudly inside his ribcage. He felt uneasy! Kenneth’s jaws dropped seeing his boss’s wife holding the gun in her hand. He shivered in fear as he inched closer to his boss. “Bo-boss...” he stammered nervously. “Shut up if you want to get yourself alive away from here...” Zack warned his assistant seriously in a low voice.

I asked, embarrassed. "No worry, Mrs. I am very happy for you. Your husband is a lucky man," he responded kindly. "Thank you," I said, my face warming. "It's just that I just got confirmation news of my pregnancy, and I wanted to surprise my husband. He'll be so happy." As I leaned back into the seat, basking in the joy of the moment, a female voice on the radio caught my attention. "We have exclusive news of the video circulating online of none other than the wife of Mr. Gray Lockwood in bed with another man," the reporter announced.