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It looked like I chatted with a woman of mine in broad daylight. A newly married man, and the most feared Don in decades.
Cunt.
But I’d use it to my benefit one way or another.
I got to the elevator and hit the button as Matteo slid next to me with a questioning glance. “Make sure the pictures they took end up all over the front of every paper. Make it sound like I entertained her inside. Use her name.”
“Why?” He asked, looking over his shoulder as the woman stood at the front desk, leaving her information for me. When the elevator door opened and he looked back at me, he already knew the answer though. “Let me guess, you then want those papers delivered to Armarow?”
“And West Shores,” I smirked. “Let my wife and her father both see it.”
“And do you plan on actually entertaining the jaded housewife?” He raised a brow.
“Fuck no.” I grimaced, “That woman smells of desperation. And I like a challenge.”
He chuckled and shook his head, stepping back towards the lobby to do my bidding. “Twisted motherfucker.”
“Just like you, old friend,” I smirked back as the elevator door closed, silencing the noise of the lobby.
Dayslater,Iwasstill hiding out at the penthouse.
At least that’s what Matteo kept calling it, and I stopped correcting him.
He was right after all, though I wouldn’t tell him that.
It was the end of a long day, and I was nursing a drink and contemplating a business deal that should have been a no-brainer, yet I couldn’t focus on the fine details.
“Capa.” Matteo barked, rushing into the room. “They’ve lost her.”
“Who?” I turned on him as he gripped his phone to his ear.
“Arianna.” He held his phone out and I took it from it, seeing Saul’s name on the screen.
“Talk to me.”
“She gave us the slip.” Saul cursed and I could hear air rushing around him like he was running. “Dio’s reviewing footage to see when she left and how. Neither of us has any fucking clue how she got away.”
“Fucking bastards.” I cursed, running to my computer and pulling up the footage of the house. “Where was she last?”
“Your bedroom. She retired at four, said she had a headache, and that she wasn’t coming down for dinner. Molly is the only one that went up there after that, just like you instructed.”
“What does Molly say?” I rolled the footage back to four pm and watched it in double time until my wife’s beautiful body walked through the door to our bedroom. She wore a blue sweater dress that hugged her curves and showed off the silky-smooth skin of her upper thighs above her knee-high lace-topped socks. They made her look young and girly and somehow the combination of sex appeal and innocence made my cock stir in my pants.
“She’s off Sunday afternoons. She left a little after four, right after she checked on Arianna one last time.”
“Tricky woman.” I cursed, figuring out where my wife was even before I saw proof. “She’s with Molly.” Saul paused as I stood up and grabbed the important things I needed from the penthouse with Matteo on my heel. “Molly dines at her parent’s every Sunday evening; my guess is that’s where my wife is. Go there, and wait outside, but don’t let anyone know you’re there unless you need to. I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Molly’s, huh?” Matteo asked as we stood in the elevator moments later, ready to return to Armarow far before I was prepared.
“Meddling woman that she is.” I glared at him, and he smirked. “I’ve killed servants for far less.”
“Yes,” he nodded and walked out in front of me as we got to the private garage entrance where my cars were parked. “But, Molly’s parents have worked for the Capasso family longer than either of us has been alive. Arianna could have picked a worse place to spend her evening, and I think she knows that.”
It was true. Molly’s father was the head gardener at Armarow, and her mother had been my nanny before she left Armarow to start having her own children. They lived in the center of the village next to Armarow and while not ideal, if Arianna was truly there with them, she was relatively safe.
Defiant.
