Walking into Arlo’s office, I’m not surprised to see Erin sitting in the chair across from him. Arlo is behind his desk, his eyes focused on her. Mia is standing behind Arlo, her arms crossed just beneath her tits, her eyes narrowed on Erin.
Erin’s body jerks, her eyes widening when she sees me. I hear a throat clear behind me as Brando slips into the room, closing the door behind him. Erin’s eyes widen, flicking her gaze around between all of us.
Something in the way she looks at Brando doesn’t sit right with me immediately, but I shrug it off. Maybe she’s just confused because she doesn’t know who he is?
“What’s this about?” she asks, her Irish accent, considerably less than it was five years ago, in fact, it’s pretty much nonexistent.
Arlo clears his throat, his eyes finding mine before he shifts his gaze back to meet hers. “Why don’t you tell us, Erin. Because from what I’ve found, it seems you’ve been busy and I’m not sure to what end.”
“Wh-What do you think I’ve done?” she asks, attempting to sound innocent by raising her voice a couple of octaves.
Arlo shakes his head. “Why did you first stalk Massimo, send him messages and photographs, then later stalk his wife, for years?”
Erin licks her lips, her eyes shifting around the room before she straightens her spine and lifts her chin in the air.
“I stalked him because I wanted him for myself, at least for him to continue to visit me. Then, it turned into a fun game, watching his wife lose her shit. She was selfish for wanting to keep him all to herself and I think it’s funny that she got nothing. She didn’t deserve to have him, not like that. She was supposed to be like me, a whore.”
“Why did you deserve to have a Made Man?” Mia asks, her brow lifting.
Erin smirks. “I put in my time, why does she?”
Mia leans down, pressing her index finger into the desk as she growls at Erin. “Pippa deserves to be the wife of a Made Man for several different reasons, none of which I even have to tell you, but I will. She is the daughter of a Made Man and Arlo sanctioned it, to which, Gavino agreed and ultimately was the deciding party. None of which could ever happen to you or for you.”
“Then I don’t feel bad for what I did. That cunt ruined my life, I was close, so close.”
I can’t handle the bullshit for a second longer, walking closer to her, I clear my throat. Erin turns to look up at me.
“Close to what? I didn’t even know your name until after I was married. You were a hole I paid to fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. If you thought otherwise, I feel bad, but you’ve taken this shit way too fucking far. What else have you done?”
Her lips curl up into a snarl. “I wouldn’t tell you, not in a million fucking years.” She sneers.
Shifting my gaze to Arlo, I arch a brow. “She’s done more or knows more,” I snap.
Arlo nods his head once. “Agreed.”
“What do we do about that?”
Brando clears his throat behind me. Arlo shifts his gaze from me to him, and I turn around so that I can look at him directly. He hasn’t said much, and usually on something like this he wouldn’t say a single word. But this is different.
Judging by the way his lips are pursed together, he has something that he’s been thinking about, something that he needs to say. His gaze flicks from Arlo to me, then to Erin before going back and finally landing on Arlo.
He doesn’t get a chance to say a single word. Pippa bursts through the door, her eyes narrowed on Erin. I take my phone from my pocket, checking to see if security sent me a text that Pippa was out of her room, but they didn’t. Fucking dicks. Nobody will watch my wife better than I can.
“Erin needs to understand what she’s done. I don’t think that she comprehends it completely.”
“How?” Both Arlo and Erin ask simultaneously.
Pippa takes a step forward. “You want to be a Made wife?” she asks.
She gulps, her chin jutting upward. “It’s better than being a whore, no?”
Pippa chuckles, she’s dressed in her sexy cocktail dress from earlier, her makeup all but gone, her hair looking as though I’ve thoroughly fucked her, and I have. Basically, she looks sexy as fuck.
“No,” Pippa grinds out. “Being the wife of a Made Man is the same. Except the freedom that you have now, it’s gone. You can’t go do whatever the fuck you want when you want to. You can’t even walk down the street without fear of being shot at, but you know that about me, don’t you?”
“Pippa,” I warn.
She shakes her head, taking a step past Brando, then another toward me, stopping right next to my side. Perhaps I should be offended by her words, how she’s describing being a wife, being my wife? I’m not. She’s one hundred percent correct in her description of what it’s like to be the wife of a Made Man.
Erin opens her mouth, but Pippa doesn’t let her speak. She jerks away from me, getting far too close to Erin before she leans down, her face directly in front of Erin’s.
I can’t stop my gaze as it slides down to her ass, taking in the gorgeous shape, thinking of the way she brought herself to climax in just this stance a few hours ago. Licking my lips, I try to tear my eyes from Pippa’s ass, but I just fucking can’t do it.
“Who the fuck shot me?” Pippa snaps, her voice hard and full of fire. My cock twitches, wondering where this part of her has been, it’s sexy as shit.
Erin growls.
