Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,86
on earth. I can’t tell her any of that, I can’t look weak in front of her or anyone else in this place.
“Our contact here has proved to be very useful,” Arlo murmurs, keeping his voice low.
I don’t look behind me where I know the man stands, his position never wavering inside this place. He’s been extremely helpful, showing his loyalty by fucking up the guard who kept leering at my wife and making comments. He has also passed several messages to and from me on to Gavino.
“Does he want to be Made?” I ask.
Arlo shakes his head. “Gavino wants him kept exactly where he is. He’s useful, keeps us updated on all the happenings around here,” he says, shrugging his shoulder.
“How are things? Why don’t you keep me updated?” I ask.
Arlo shakes his head once. “Things are good. Calm. Nothing has ruffled anyone’s feathers. Shit with the Savage Beast MC is going well. Deliveries are made on time, without issue. Benicio and his famiglia are working out great.”
“Shit’s going to hit the fan again soon,” I murmur.
Arlo snorts. “Without a doubt.”
“You’ll make sure Pippa is protected?”
“Do you care if she is?” Growling, I bare my teeth and he smirks. “You don’t act like you do.”
Jerking my chin, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair. “She’s my wife. It’s my duty to protect her.”
“In all ways, Massimo,” he says as he stands to his feet. “Don’t forget that. It’s your duty to protect her in all ways, her heart, mind, body, and emotions. Stop being a fucking dick.”
Without another word, he turns from me. I watch him walk away and only stand when he’s completely out of the room. Turning to make my way back inside, toward my small empty cell, I stop next to my friendly guard.
“Do me a favor?” He doesn’t say anything, so I continue. “Keep an eye on my wife if you get a chance?”
“Consider it done.”
“I want to know if anyone comes in or out of her place.”
I don’t know why I want to know. No, that’s a lie. I do know why. I want to make sure she’s still mine—all mine. I’m a fucking asshole, never said that I wasn’t. But Pippa is still my wife and the animal inside of me wants to ensure that she is still very much—mine.
“I got you. I’ll have a full update next time I see you,” he promises.
Without another word, I walk away from him and toward the guard that hates me with a passion. He doesn’t give me shit anymore, hasn’t for about two years, but I have a feeling he’s chomping at the bit to do just that.
“Ferrucci,” he grunts.
Sliding my eyes to the side, I wait for him to continue, knowing that I don’t have to say shit for him to give me his two fucking cents.
“Miss seeing your pretty little wife around here. Don’t worry though, I still get my fill any chance I get.”
Turning my head, I curl my lips up in a snarl. If I thought that there was any validity to his words, I’d take him out right here, but I know that there isn’t. He’s trying to piss me off, trying to rile me up so that I’ll pop off and spend more fucking time here. Not fucking likely.
Glancing back over my shoulder, I give my friend a jerk of my chin. He dips his and just like that, this asshole is no longer an issue for me. He’s done and I’m done dealing with him.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
PIPPA
Arlo lifts his face, his eyes finding mine as soon as I enter the room. My entire body freezes at the look on his face. Guilt. I see it swimming behind his eyes. He knows something, he’s said something, he’s done something.
“Tell me,” I say through gritted teeth.
He shakes his head once before he lets out a heavy exhale. “That officer that was bothering you at the prison? He was found dead.”
My spine straightens, my eyes narrow and let out a snort. “Oh yeah? Did he dare to anger my husband?”
“He dared to watch you, stalk you, and jack off to videos he’d taken of you if you must know.”
My knees buckle. I fall on my ass, thankfully into the cushion of a chair. My lungs squeeze in my chest as I attempt to catch my breath. My body feels hot, my face the hottest and I know that my cheeks are bright red, they must be.