Bruno pulls into traffic, and I glance out the window, watching as the city passes by. I enjoyed today, but, man, am I tired now. I hate that I get so tired easily these days.
I’m going to need Enzo to give me a massage later tonight, since my feet are aching a bit, too. Think of the devil, and he shall appear, I think, just as my phone begins to buzz in my purse.
“Hello?”
“Hi, baby,” he greets.
“Hi,” I reply, a smile instantly forming on my face. “Aren’t you supposed to be busy right now?”
“I’m always busy, babe. But never too busy to give my wife a call,” he says, and I melt at his words.
“Aw. You are such a romantic,” I tease.
“Only for you, babe,” he says, and I can tell he’s smiling from his tone. “Where are you?”
“We just left the restaurant, and we’re heading home now. Why?”
“Just wanted to check in and see what you were up to. I miss you already,” he murmurs as butterflies fill my stomach at his words.
“I miss you too, husband,” I sigh, happily.
“Say it again,” he commands, sexily, I might add.
“I miss you, husband.”
“Mmm. That ass is mine again tonight,” he growls.
“You are such a horn dog,” I quietly say into the phone with a chuckle.
“It’s all your fault, babe. Did you have fun shopping with my mother?”
“Yes. I always have fun whenever she’s around. She really is great,” I tell him, honestly. “She’s like the mother I always wished I had.”
“I’m glad you had a good time. She’s your mom now, too, just so you know. And I know for a fact that she absolutely loves and adores you,” he says, and a happy smile crosses my face.
Even though we were rival families—well, they still are with my father—they have been nothing but welcoming. This family has brightened my life and filled it with happiness on a level I’ve never known before.
“You guys are seriously the best,” I tell him, emotion filling my voice.
“I have to go now. I’ll see you at home tonight. I love you, baby.”
“Okay. Be safe. I love you too, babe.”
“Always,” he says before he cuts the call off.
We continue driving for a few minutes, and I see the traffic has already thinned out. Chicago traffic is always unpredictable. Sometimes it’s so backed up, and other times you get lucky, and there’s barely any.
A moment later, I suddenly don’t feel so well. A weird sensation ghosts over me, almost like unease prickling at the back of my neck. I shift in my seat, my eyes scanning the road ahead.
“Are you okay?” Giana asks from beside me.
“Yeah. I just—” I start, but don’t get to continue because my words are cut off when Bruno lets out a curse from the front seat.
“What the fuck?!”
I look up just in time to see a black sedan slam into the SUV in front of ours.
“Fuck! We’re being attacked! Get down!” Umberto yells to Giana and me just as Bruno swerves to avoid hitting the SUV and sedan in front of us.