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Franco took possessiveness to a whole new level. Fuck, it turned me on. A jolt of desire struck my core.
My eyelids hooded. “Franco,” I bit out. This warning was less believable than the last. It came out as more of a purr.
“Kennedy, I forgot to mention the whole being burned alive thing left me a little psychotic. That mixed with my possessive and obsessive characteristics makes me an unhinged motherfucker.”
I nibbled on his lips for all to see. He was my crazy husband. Fuck, I was obsessed, too. “Baby, I guess we’re both a special brand of crazy.”
Lust filled his eyes. “Why yes, Mrs. DeLuca we are. I’ve seen your brand of crazy twice now. It’s time to unleash it, sweetheart.” His heavy hand came down on my ass. I jumped, and a whimper escaped my lips.
Turning on my heels, I sashayed toward the kitchen.
My husband is gorgeous and crazy. Iexhaled at the thought.
The female devil sat on my shoulder filing her nails. “I like him, Kennedy. He doesn’t care if we slice and dice those who want to harm you. Those who want to steal control over your life. It’s time to make them pay.” She threw her horned head back. Dark hysterical laughter left her.
The inner evil person within was ready to kill.
***P***
Marvin Gaye, ‘Mercy, Mercy me’ bellowed through the speakers as we entered the elaborate kitchen fit for a world renown chef. Quinn sung along, bobbing his head as he tossed lobsters into two large stock pots on the stove.
I waved a hand in his face before slipping an arm around his waist. “Hello Quinn.”
“Kennedy,” he grinned from ear to ear, then pulled me into his embrace. “I missed you.”
“Quinn, I missed you too.”
He stepped back and brought the side of his fist to his lips. “Damn cuz, you don’t look like you were held captive.”
His eyes moved across the room. “Franco, I see you took great care of my cousin. A little too well.” Quinn arched a brow.
I picked up the remote, lowering the volume.
Franco sat at the long slate gray marble countertop, gruffly rubbing his chin. “She was. I didn’t want her to wear jeans and t-shirts. She’s too beautiful to wear simple attire. Quinn, let’s get right to it.”
I pulled an apron over my head, tying it in the back as I kicked off my heels.
Franco’s smile disappeared. “Where’s my money?”
Moving around the kitchen, I grabbed items I needed to cook for tonight’s feast.
Quinn slid a knife through a sweet potato.
He was excellent with a knife, too.
“Your money and Duke’s money’s safe.”
Clip and Bonnie stood near the threshold like iron statues. When did Bonnie come into the house?
Franco’s brows lowered. “Then why did you run?”
“Duke demanded I do something I wouldn’t ever do. I ran because I needed to think. Asking my dad for help was something I didn’t want to do. I guess you could say I was delaying the inevitable. If I would’ve told you about Duke, I wasn’t sure you would’ve believed me.”
“Quinn.” Franco slipped his fingers through his hair that feathered into place neatly behind his ears.
“I’m sensing a pattern here. Every time I ask who’s behind a hit recently, no one has given me a straight answer. It was brought to my attention you hadn’t made your payment just when I was about to burn Porter alive.”
I bit my lower lip as my husband disclosed burning someone alive like it was a picnic for two spent in the park on a Sunday afternoon.
