*Olivia*
I tapped my feet on the floor of the limo and tried to peer out the darkened windows to guess how long until we arrived back at the compound. The night away had definitely been the right choice, but it didn’t reduce the weight of Gio’s missed calls on my phone or the things he said to me.
I didn’t want to stay away any longer, but I didn’t know what sort of husband I was coming back to. Could I expect the warm, loving man who held me as we cried about our infertility, or the cold mafia don who’d called me silly and jealous?
Dahlia reached over and took my hand. “You know I’ll kill him if he acts out again.”
I laughed despite my nerves. “I know. I just think nineteen is a little young to be widowed.”
She squeezed my hand and looked at me seriously. “He may be big, and he may be intimidating, but you deserve to be heard. Hell, he noticed Elena was encroaching on him first. You just need to be able to talk to each other without him freaking out.”
