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Back in her bedroom, I open a drawer. A black bra and a few pairs of panties. If she left, she would have taken the underpants and the toothbrush. I check the other drawers and the closet, where I find her clothes and the military duffel I assume belonged to her brother.
She hasn’t left me. Yet.
She also didn’t make dinner, and it’s nearing her bedtime on a usual Wednesday night. Where is my wife?
I dial her number and hear the phone ringing in the living room. I find it on the couch and stare at the screen. Not only did she leave her phone at home, on purpose or by accident, but instead of the “Husband” I programmed into it, the incoming caller’s name reads My Dear A-hole.
If I weren’t so pissed that she left without a way for me to reach her, I’d be amused. I slip the phone into my pocket, then dial a different number.
The head of her security detail picks up on the first ring. The substantial interference in the background makes his voice difficult to hear.
“Good evening, Pacho,” I say.
“Good evening, sir.”
The code word for my wife is the angel. “My angel seems to have left her phone at home.”
“Don’t know anything about that, sir.”
“Where are you?”
“Club Keystone.”
“Where is that?” He tells me the location. “Hmm. That sounds familiar.”
“It’s the old Club Five Stars.”
“Remind me who owns that place.”
“Domenico Benvenuti.”
Dread churns in my belly. “Is my angel with you?”
“We’re just outside the VIP room, sir. Dom Jr. doesn’t allow weapons inside the VIP, and we wouldn’t hand ours over. While we argued with him, she slipped inside the room. Our option was to gun down Dom Jr. or stay outside. I chose to remain where we can see her.”
“Thank you.”
I hang up with her security and dial Dom. He doesn’t pick up. I dial again and again. On the fourth ring, he answers.
“Corrado,” he says into the phone, and the song I heard when I spoke with Pacho fills my ears. My pulse picks up, my temper rising, but I leash the beast so as not to show my irritation with his power play. Picking up my phone call on the fourth try is a power play. He holds Michela.
“Dom, my wife seems to have taken you up on the offer of the VIP room.”
“Yes, and I’m enjoying her friend’s company.”
“Which friend is that?” Better not be Evans.
“Daisy.”
If I remember correctly from Pacho’s reports, that’s the girl who works in HR. “Her security team tells me you left them outside the room.”
“All they had to do was surrender their weapons.”
“They’re armed so they can protect my wife.”
“Your wife is not in danger here, unless you’ve done something you shouldn’t have.”
“Meaning what exactly?” I hear a woman’s voice and Dom chuckling at something she said. Then I hear Michela’s laughter. Through gritted teeth, I say, “You will escort my wife to her security detail immediately.”
