Unknown Territory [Mafioso Book#3] (SAMPLE)

Chapter XIII: Jayson Leone

Nicole had been playing fetch with the dogs when the car pulled up into the porch. She didn't need to turn around to know it was her husband, the guards standing to attention around her was evident enough of an indicator. 

Persephone had once more snatched the ball from Hades, who let her take it back to Nicole. The woman watching the husky with amusement as it came trotting up to her and released the ball at her feet. 

"Cheater," She chuckled under her breath before picking up the ball and put it into the call launcher to throw it across the yard with both the dogs standing to a ready before her. 

"Nicole," A voice called from behind her causing her to turn around and find Salvatore standing in a three-piece grey tweed suit with a white undershirt and black tie; a black overcoat on top of his suit and gloves on his finger, his entire ensemble had Nicole lick her lips at how good he looked. "Come here," He beckoned her forward as she handed the stick to the guard beside her before making her way towards her husband. 

"Work got off early today?" She inquired as she approached him, her husband chuckling as he took off his sunglasses, handing them to Matteo behind him.  

"You could say that," He responded while wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her inside. "How are you?" 

"I'm good," 

"Are you sure, because you didn't sleep last night," 

"What makes you say that?" Nicole raised an eyebrow as to how he knew and stopped short in her tracks. 

"Because I slept great, and I only sleep great when you don't move, and you don't move when you're awake." Her husband smirked as she stared at him with an open mouth. "Ergo, you haven't slept," 

"Jackass," She grumbled and hit him on his chest as he shook his head and rolled his eyes in half-hearted exasperation. 

"Everything alright?" 

"Yeah, it's fine," Nicole found herself waving dismissively as she allowed her husband to lead her into the east wing. 

"Tell me," 

"Mom called," She sighed. "Said something about doing things for my betterment and that I should end this cold shoulder treatment," 

"How do you feel you should act?" The doors closed behind them as he pulled away from her to take off his coat and gloves. 

"Maybe I am acting childish and petty," Nicole settled down on the couch. "But then she had no right to demand from me to get a divorce without asking me how I felt about it," 

"So..."

"So I am going to stick to this until they learn to apologize," 

"Hmm..." Her husband hummed, looking at something on top of his desk. "If you feel that way, then alright," 

She watched Salvatore pick up his phone and speak a hushed whisper before listening and then responding, finally putting the phone down and noting something on a piece of paper. Having felt her stare, he looked up to see his wife staring at him, forcing his pen to stop mid-stroke. 

"What?" He looked up at her from below his lashes as she continued to look at him with intense eyes. "Either you're going to kill me or rip my clothes off," He chuckled, finishing the note. 

"The latter," Nicole found herself admitting as she stood from her place and made her way to him.  

She wedged herself between him and the desk, effectively putting an end to his scribbling and reading before tangling her fingers into his hair, relishing the way he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation. Inhaling his cologne, Nicole couldn't help but lean forward and place gentle kisses against his neck, softly sinking her teeth into the flesh.