Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,60
date, and you have fun until you graduate. Then you start your career and get married. Later, you make two children, then buy a golden retriever puppy and trade your sedan in for a minivan.
“I’m sorry, Marissa. This is my life. I’m married now,” I whisper.
Turning around, I walk away from her. She calls my name, but I ignore her. Maybe I’ll be able to talk to her later. But right now, I can’t. She’s not wrong, I probably have ruined my life, but this was the best option I had.
Massimo is better than a line of strangers, and there’s the pesky little fact that I’m falling in love with him. Head over heels in love with him. It’s been days and I’m falling for my husband. I shouldn’t let myself feel anything emotional for him, but I do. I can’t help myself.
Chapter Nineteen
MASSIMO
The federal pig sits across from me. He hasn’t said shit to me since he read me my rights. Though I’m not sure why he doesn’t just put me in a fucking cell and be done with it, I’m not going to tell him shit.
I’m no fucking rat.
“I want to help you,” he lies. “I see that you were just married, don’t you want to protect your wife?”
I snort. He has no fucking idea that my wife is one of the most protected women in the world, just for the simple fact that she has my last name and then there’s the possibility that my baby is growing inside of her.
Pressing my lips closed, I stare at the agent.
He’s in his mid-forties, his hair is clipped short, he’s fit and his face is clean-shaven. If I had to guess, I’d say he gets pussy fairly often, even for a pig. Though, I know some women like that kind of thing.
“My wife is not your concern. Keep her off your mind entirely, she doesn’t exist to you,” I bark.
He smirks, thinking that he’s struck some kind of nerve. He hasn’t. Granted, I don’t want him anywhere near Pippa, but it’s not because I’m scared she’ll betray me. I know without a doubt that she wouldn’t.
She understands the repercussions of betrayal more than anyone. Her father died and her sister’s body was sold because of him. Pippa won’t say a single word against me, not that she knows anything anyway, not really.
He licks his lips, shaking his head once as he flicks his eyes from mine to the two-way mirror behind me. I don’t show any reaction to his move.
I have no doubt that his men are watching us, most likely recording us as well. They’re waiting for me to slip up, trying to gauge a reaction from me, one that they won’t get.
“We can protect her and you. Answer a few questions and I have no doubt we can get you into witness protection,” he offers.
Leaning forward, I grin as I shift my gaze from side to side like I’m going to tell him a secret. “I want my lawyer,” I whisper. “Now.”
“You sure about that? Let me help you. It’d be a shame to go down for this when your young pretty wife is out there all alone,” he murmurs.
“Lawyer,” I repeat, a little louder.
A knock on the window causes his body to jerk, though I don’t even fucking flinch. I was right. They’re watching us and my calling for Salvatore Jr., has them sweating.
I watch him stand, then leave the room, his eyes cutting back to me one last time as if to see if I’ll be begging for him to listen to me rat out Gavino and the rest of the famiglia.
Smirking, I don’t waver even an ounce. He shakes his head, then stomps the rest of the way out of the room.
They keep me locked in the interrogation room for far longer than I should be. Checking my watch, I frown at the time. Dinner time. I know that Pippa is probably waiting for me, wearing next to nothing.
Salvatore Jr. walks through the door, jerking me from my thoughts of my wife, of Pippa. He frowns as he eyes me, shaking his head once before he sits down.
“They aren’t supposed to be listening right now.”
“I’m sure they’re not. Seeing as they’re the police, they’re supposed to uphold the law, yeah?” I ask.
Salvatore snorts. “Yeah. Well, we all know how that goes. Have you said anything?”
“‘Course not,” I snap. “Not an amateur, cugino.”
He chuckles, then opens his briefcase. “I know you’re not, but I had