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"Yours?"
"No, someone else's, but I decided to do the honorable thing," I said sarcastically. "Yeah, it's mine. She's a good girl." My dick stood up when I remember howgooda girlElsa could be; and had been this morning when I'd woken early with her. Her shower was small but surprisingly had enough room for my wife to go on her knees in front of me.
Dom sat down, shaking his head. He ran a hand through his dark hair. "I need to know where your loyalties lie, Archer."
I cocked an eyebrow.
"With yournewfamily or your…."
"Country?" I suggested, amused.
He rolled his eyes. "Humanity."
"That's a tall order." I pursed my lips. "My loyalties lie with my family. Elsa is my family. Moreau can go fuck himself for all I care. Does that help?"
"No," Dom said pithily. "She's a liability. She'shisdaughter."
I restrained a growl.Shewas my wife, I wanted to scream at him, and good or bad, I'd protect her. She wasmine.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"She'shisdaughter," he repeated, "Do you know anything about her?"
Yeah. She has beautiful golden skin. A smile that lights up a room. Sexy fucking eyes that you could drown in. A mouth that is sensuous and curious. A body that fits against mine like she was made for me. Did I mention her smile?
"I know enough."
"Besides her pussy, Archer," he ground out.
"You talk about her like that; you'll make an enemy out of me, and you don't want that." I kept my tone light, but I knew he could hear the steel in it.
"Putain!I hate this fucking relationship drama."
He leaned back and put his boots on my antique Louis XIV desk. Fucker!
"No drama. She's my wife, and that's that."And I have no idea what to do with her. I don't know what it means to be a husband.
Dom glared at me. "Moreau is working with the Russians, funneling arms to them from Iran despite the sanctions and embargoes. He's going to be taken out."
"Why haven't you done it yet?"
"The devil you know." Dom shrugged. "He goes, he'll be replaced by Pascal Fournier."
I'd been hearing this asshole's name a lot lately. "That guy is a psychopath."
"Your wife was supposed to marryhim." Dom watched me after what he thought was a bomb.
"I know," I said, evidently surprising him. "Why do you think Moreau wants to announce thathisdaughter, the one he was hiding, is married to me? He's trying to tell every mother fucker in his organization who wants to replace him that he's aligned with the Archers."
"Pascal is getting ready to organize a coup against your daddy-in-law."
I shrugged. "It's not my circus, and definitely not my monkeys. Elsa has nothing to do with her father."
Dom's jaw tightened. "Have you thought that maybe she was sent to reel you in?"
"Dom," I warned him. Elsa didn't have a deceptive bone in her body. The woman I knew was gold. Pure fucking gold and I didn't deserve her; I knew that, but mercifully, she didn't.
"I'm just saying, Moreau steals art and arms, and now he seems to have found the perfect way to launder both through Archer Arts & Antiquities." Dom pulled out his phone and tapped a few keys. "Your wife knows a Thierry Lisange. She's very cozy with him." He handed me his phone, and there were pictures of Elsa with Thierry. He was hugging her, kissing her forehead, and holding her hand.
