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“Actually.” Antonio intervened. “We met before that. Outside of her work place.”
I rolled my eyes.
Dr. West seemed conflicted. “Why don’t we fast forward to what brought you here today.”
“That would be her drugging and leaving me for dead on our wedding night then running off to Las Vegas with her twin brother and best friend,” he answered before I could and I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest.
“Refresh my memory.” I slowly turned to look at him. “Was that before or after I found out who your disgusting brother was.”
The muscle in his jaw ticked and I looked over at Dr. West. “His father is a misogynistic asshole and his brother is a serial rapist. I’m sure you can understand my sudden panic.”
“You weren’t concerned about that while I fucked you on and against every surface of the safe house I took you to.”
My head jerked to him, jaw tight. “Are you calling me a whore?”
He didn’t even bat an eye as he shrugged his right shoulder. “If the stripper heel fits.”
“Okay!” Dr. West intervened, slicing through the thick tension. “So outside of this space, how honest would you say you are with each other?”
“Brutally.” Again, we spoke in unison. Ah, would you look at that. Couples therapy must be working if we’re agreeing on something.
* * *
We entered the foyer and he shut the front door behind us.
“I went to your stupid therapist. Happy?” I drawled, shrugging off my fur coat as I threw it at him and he caught it with one hand.
“Thrilled, wife.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Should I call you mia moglie instead? Would you like that?”
“I’d like for you to go fuck yourself.”
“Will you watch if I do?”
With a groan and my eyes rolling so far back in my head I turned on my heels, marching straight for the stairs. Jackass.
CHAPTER 11
Nirah
“Yeah… I’m not doing that.” I folded my arms across my chest and I could feel the fear radiating off Silvia to my left.
Antonio had the magnificent idea that I’d be joining him for tomorrow night’s event. And not only would I not show up on his arm, I’d be one of the showgirls. The girls dancing to get booked for the night.
“Again, you don’t have a choice.” He met my eyes as though he was tired of reminding me. “You get Silvia, and you get on that stage. If he doesn’t take you into that room, starving for three days will be the least of your concerns.”
My teeth ground together. “Why me?”
“Why you?” He glanced around as though the answer to my stupid question would fall from the sky. “Why do you think?”
With a heavy exhale I rested my hands on my hips. “Who are these men?”
“Chin Yosheda and Hiro Noshimuri. The two leaders of the local yakuza who have been eating at my sanity for the past eight months,” he answered, opening a file and I scoffed.
“Didn’t know you had any sanity left,” I added in a murmur that he most definitely caught.
