His: Tony: The Sabatini Family by Fiona Murphy (mystery books to read .TXT) 📗

done. She’d given me the two kids. I had an heir and a spare. Her duty to me as my wife was done. I could have any woman I wanted as long as I didn’t bring shame on her.”

“What was wrong with her?” I can’t imagine any woman telling Tony that. Not now, definitely not then.

He studies me. “She was gay.”

“Oh my god.” The words come out in a whisper. “She...how could she do that to you? What a fucking bitch.” I’m angry now. What a cold, manipulative b—

Tony pulls me down to him for a kiss that steals my breath away. Oh god, he moves inside me. “I don’t want to talk about her again. I told you so you know why I don’t want to talk about her. She doesn’t matter. You and me, that’s it. We leave the past in the past, along with your fear. Don’t fight me. Don’t fight us. You don’t want to know how far I’ll go. Don’t test me, Christy.”

I nod and give up and into him.

11

Tony

When the call comes, it’s barely five in the morning. I’m already in a bad mood from being woken up. Christy grumbles as I answer. Joseph tells me why he’s waking me up, and violence surges up inside me.

“I need to get to the office, now. Go back to sleep. Vito is on his way. He’s going to stay with you.” I take a quick shower and come out of the bathroom to find her dressed in those damn leggings she loves that cling to her and make my dick hard. She’s also wearing one of my shirts that swallows her.

“Who is Sara? Why am I staying here? Why are you keeping me away from her?” She demands, as she follows me into the closet.

Fucking hell, she’s jealous and hurt. I’m strapping on my gun as I get the text from Vito that he’s here. I call him as I go down the stairs. “Hey, I need you to stay here with Christy. I’ll drive myself to the office.”

“No, I’m coming with you.” Christy is right behind me.

I shake my head. “No, you aren’t.”

“Why don’t you want me with you? Who is Sara?”

Vito walks into the house, he looks from me to Christy. She’s still wary of him and takes a step right into me. Fuck. Fine. “Never mind. Christy is coming.”

Once we’re in the Escalade, I ask him. “How is she?”

“Not good, I called the doctor. I woke him up to. He said to give him a half-hour.”

“Someone needs a doctor? I can take care of her. I worked the emergency room for two years before I moved to pediatrics. I’ve given stitches and handled rape cases. She might prefer a woman. Damn, I don’t have my bag. I didn’t pack it.”

“We always have a bag, at home and at all of our offices,” I tell her. “Can Christy handle her?” I meet Vito’s eyes in the rearview.

“Yeah.” He pulls out his phone and cancels the doctor.

At the bookstore, Christy is out before I can get to her door. Downstairs is empty except for Joseph pacing the room as he works his phone. I look to him, “You’re finding him.”

“I’m on it, Boss.”

I go into my office. Sara Perri is lying on the long leather couch I have in the room. She's a beautiful woman, small and delicate. It’s obscene her porcelain skin is covered in bruises. Her right eye is swollen shut. There’s an inch-long cut on her forehead weeping blood. The Chanel dress she is wearing is pink, the blood drying on it glares at me. I should have killed him. Fuck the money.

The moment she sees me, she jumps up and throws her arms around me. “Jesus, Sara, I'm sorry.”

Pulling back, she shakes her head. “This isn't your fault. I got exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to know I cheated on him. I wanted him to know if he was going to cheat on me, then I was going to do it right back. His parents are willing to pay me off in the divorce I’ve wanted for the last year. But he says he won't divorce me. When I told him I would file whether he wanted it or not, he did this. I don't know what to do, Tony.”

Carefully, I brush the hair back from her face. “There's nothing more for you to do, sweetheart.” I look to Christy then to Sara. “This is Christy. She’s a nurse. She’s going to look you over. Once she makes sure you’re good, Joseph will take you home and put you to bed. I'll take care of your husband.”

She goes still. “Tony, when you say take care of...”

Like so many people, she does and doesn’t want to know. “All you need to know is I’m handling it.”

Cold hits me without even trying to call it up at the way tears trail out of her swollen shut eye. A man does not hit a woman, not a real man. I’m going to let myself enjoy killing him.

A sigh comes out of her sad and small. “I never thought it would be this way. When I met him, it was love at first sight. I thought I found everything I'd ever wanted. I never thought it would end up this way.”

“There's lust at first sight, and there's love at first sight. It's not always easy to tell which is which. I'm sorry. You deserve better. Eventually, you will get it.”

She presses a kiss to my cheek. “Thank you.”

Vito hands the medical bag to Christy. “We got everything for stitches, antibiotics, the whole shebang.”

“We’ll be outside,” I assure Sara.

Outside the room, Joseph is waiting. “I’ve got people looking for him, but it’s early. I’m waking people up. No one has seen him yet.”

“When Christy is done with Sara, I want you to take her home and watch over until I take care of the fucker.” To Vito. “You’re going to take Christy home and