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Delancy froze. "What do you mean?"
"I doubt either of us wanted this marriage, but I refuse to end it." It would mean my death if I did, but Delancy didn't need to know that. Not yet. Maybe never.
"Why not?" Delancy asked. "It would solve a lot of problems for both of us."
Not for me.
"Because I made a promise and I intend to keep it."
"Fine, we can stay married, but why does that mean I have to live with you? I could just go back to my place."
"Your place has been packed up and moved to our new place," I point out. "That is where we will both be living."
Us and a whole bunch of armed guards.
Delancy's eyes narrowed. "You moved me out of my condo?"
"I did." No sense lying about it. "Your grandfather gave me the key."
"That's my condo!"
"Actually, it belongs to your grandfather as I am sure you are aware. Currently, there are cleaners there making sure it's ready to go on the market tomorrow."
There was a flicker of unease between Delancy's eyebrows. "You're selling my condo?"
"I'm not selling your condo," I assured him. "Your grandfather is."
I saw a shimmer of tears glisten in Delancy's pale sea foam green eyes before he lowered his head and glanced away.
I didn't like the way those tears made me feel. It was like my guts had tied themselves into a knot and then a thousand little needles started stabbing at that knot.
"I can assure you that you will like our new place," I started. "It is a beautiful residence that was built in 1856. It does need a little retrofitting, but I have that slated to be done in the coming weeks. It's quite large with over eighteen thousand square feet. It has fifteen bedrooms, sixteen bathrooms, two formal dining rooms, more living rooms than I can count, a library, study, ballroom, staff quarters, and an indoor pool. It even has a couple of balconies and a garden overlooking the Manhattan skyline."
"How can you afford such a place?" Delancy whispered, but he still didn't look at me.
"Investments," I replied. "I made good money back in Columbia, but I invested most of it for something such as this."
My grandfather hadn't liked paying me anything, but again, Spain would have been upset if he hadn't. Not only was I an illegitimate heir, but I worked for the family, putting my life on the line to keep them safe.
I had been planning to use that money for my eventual escape, but this was even better. While I was still escaping, I could use this money to provide a safe haven for those I felt were important to me and to have a home base to build the empire I had planned in my dreams.
I leaned closer to Delancy's ear and whispered, "Rumor has it that it belonged to a mobster in the 1920s."
Delancy glanced at me, his gaze filled with curiosity. "A mobster?"
"Kind of ironic, huh?"
Delancy frowned. "Why would it be ironic?"
My grin was kind of wicked and maybe a bit mischievous. "Because I'm a mobster."
Chapter Twelve
~ Delancy ~
"Mo-Mobster?"
There was no way I was married to a mobster.
