Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,76
he… adore me?
Could he… love me?
I know that I love him. It was easy to fall in just days for the man. He’s broken, but he’s not demolished… at least he wasn’t. But in five years, will he be savable or will he be a complete stranger?
MASSIMO
Renzo appears in front of me. He looks the same bearded, shaggy fucker as he always has. It’s only been four months, but fuck, it feels like it’s been a lifetime. I don’t know how I’m going to last another four and a half years in this fucker.
“How is she?” I ask. I feel like a junky looking for a fix.
Renzo’s teeth appear as his lips turn up in a smile. “She’s good.” He chuckles. “Crazy, a little clingy, and not a fucking normal wife, but she’s good.”
I chuckle too, looking down at the table and shaking my head a couple of times before I lift my gaze back up to meet his.
“You’re not watching her anymore?”
“Determined there was no danger to her. Roman hasn’t been found, but he was in with the feds, he’s probably in their protection. We’ll find him and deal with him when it’s time.”
“Good.”
Renzo leans back, his gaze searching mine. “She’s not alone though.”
I can feel my face heat as red fills my vision. The thought. Just the fucking thought of another man in my house, in my bed. If I wasn’t stuck in here, I’d fucking kill them both. Leaning forward, I growl toward him.
“Tell. Me. Everything,” I demand.
Renzo laughs. “Cugino,” he says on a wheeze. “Her sister, Rosana, moved in. She’s taking the aunt to court for custody. Jesus Christ, but you’re easy to rile up.”
“Fuck you,” I snap. He’s still laughing as he shakes his head. “You really want to make me feel like that when I’m up in here?” I ask.
Renzo shakes his head. “It’s good for you, Mass. This place is a fucking gray and beige hellhole. If you don’t add a bit of yourself here, you’ll get lost in the sea of depression.”
“It is depressing as fuck,” I grunt.
Renzo dips his chin. “Then maybe you need to allow your wife to come and visit you a few times, yeah? Add that splash of color that you clearly need in this place.”
“She comes here and what? We chat about our day? I tell her who fucked who, who got raped, who was shanked?”
Renzo shakes his head. “Maybe you fall in love with her. See the woman that she is beneath her rockin’ body? Maybe you help her with this shit with her aunt and sister? That cunt is trying to fuck with her and Salvatore is doing what he can, but he can’t be the emotional support that she needs, yeah?”
Standing, I take a step to the side, then one step back. “I’ll think about it,” I mutter before I turn my back to him.
“Think quickly. She’s got a few men who heard you were looking to get a divorce, they’ve already approached Gavino for a chance to keep her.”
Spinning around, I narrow my eyes at him. “You’ve got to be fucking with me. Vino would tell me,” I snap.
Renzo shakes his head slowly from side to side. “Wish that I were, cugino. Vino denied their requests, but they asked and they’ve made it very clear that they want a shot should you decide to go through with your original plans.”
“They’ve made contact?” I ask.
Renzo jerks his chin. “Not yet. They’re frothing and they’re noticing that she’s not visiting you.”
Lifting my hand, I run my shaky fingers through my hair. “Thanks.”
Without another word, I walk away from him. I have some phone calls to make. I’m pissed as fuck. I talked to Gavino just a couple of days ago, never did he mention that men had asked about Pippa.
In the same thought, I talked to Salvatore yesterday and he never once told me that Pippa was going head to head with that bitch of an aunt in court over Rosana, or that Rosana was living in my house.
Looks like my men, the ones who are supposed to be at and have my back, haven’t been telling me fucking shit. They have some explaining to do, and they better do it quickly. I’m not putting up with this shit from them.
Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I close my eyes and think about my wife. I have a picture, I can look at it if I need to, but I don’t. I can