KYLE: A Mafia Romance (The Callahans Book 4) by Glenna Sinclair Page A
Authors: Glenna Sinclair
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her shoulder for a long second.
“You are my wife. Isn’t this my right?”
She didn’t answer. But the tension in her body grew, as though she thought that by stiffening every muscle in her body it would stop me from taking what I wanted. I kissed her neck, rested my hand on her hip, and stretched out behind her for a long moment, waiting for the tension to disappear. It didn’t.
What the hell was going on here? She could take me when we were both drunk, but she couldn’t take me tonight when she was sober and I was…well, not sober. But not black out drunk, either.
I started tugging at her skirt again, but the vibration of my phone against my hip pulled me away. I sat up and pulled the phone from my pocket.
Ian.
“What’s up, brother?”
“We need you home, Kyle. I’m sorry, but the Italians are going to town on us and Pops needs everyone he can get. But with Sean MIA and Killian wrapped up with Stacy and the baby, it’s kind of just you and me, you know?”
“Yeah, of course. But you realized Kevin’s just hanging around Pops’ house.”
“Pops won’t bring Kevin into this, you know that. He wants Kevin to be an artist, or whatever it is he’s trying this week.” There was clear frustration in Ian’s voice as he spoke. But then his tone softened as he said, “But maybe that’s for the best. Things are really crazy right now and the fewer of us involved is probably better.”
“Probably.” I glanced over my shoulder at Amelia. “I’ll fly out as soon as I can get myself together.”
“I’ve already sent the jet. It should be waiting for you in less than an hour.”
Then it was serious. Ian rarely sent the company jet for me unless I begged. He liked to have me beg for things.
I disconnected the call and stood, grabbing my bag off the valet sitting in the corner.
“Go change your clothes. We’re flying to Boston.”
Amelia sat up slowly. “We?”
I glanced back at her. “Yeah. Until we can arrange an annulment, you’re my wife, right?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Then you come home with me.” I turned to face her, crossing my arms over my chest. “Unless you’re prepared to go down to the courthouse the moment they open and file for a divorce.”
She shook her head. “No divorce.”
“Then get changed.”
I started shoving clothes into my bag, but realized she hadn’t moved as I was almost finished.
“What?”
“I don’t have anything here to change into. Just that other dress…”
I cursed under my breath, amused that it brought another blush to her full cheeks.
“Come on,” I said, grabbing her hand, “we’ll stop by your place so you can pack. Can’t have you meet the family wearing that.”
She snatched up her shoes as I dragged her out of the room, her in one hand and my bag in the other. I glanced around to make sure I had everything, dropped the room key on the bar—Mickey could deal with that later—and headed out.
This was going to be interesting. Imagine me coming home with a wife. Pops would shit bricks, and I could already see the I-told-you-so’s from Ian and Killian. Yeah. This was definitely going to be interesting.
Chapter 5
Amelia
I could almost feel the derision coming from Kyle as I unlocked the flimsy door to my tiny efficiency apartment. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes scanned the place slowly, taking in the second-hand furniture and the lack of electronic equipment. I didn’t even have a television because it would have cost more than it was worth to hook it up for cable.
I ducked into the bathroom and quickly slipped into a pair of jeans and a light t-shirt, tugging the bobby pins from my hair and replacing them with a simple elastic band as I pulled my hair into a ponytail. I was back to that girl who’d come here seeking a quick way to make a lot of money, the sad girl who never seemed to get ahead even with the generous tips waitressing two jobs provided. It was depressing.
I shoved my little bit of makeup and
“You are my wife. Isn’t this my right?”
She didn’t answer. But the tension in her body grew, as though she thought that by stiffening every muscle in her body it would stop me from taking what I wanted. I kissed her neck, rested my hand on her hip, and stretched out behind her for a long moment, waiting for the tension to disappear. It didn’t.
What the hell was going on here? She could take me when we were both drunk, but she couldn’t take me tonight when she was sober and I was…well, not sober. But not black out drunk, either.
I started tugging at her skirt again, but the vibration of my phone against my hip pulled me away. I sat up and pulled the phone from my pocket.
Ian.
“What’s up, brother?”
“We need you home, Kyle. I’m sorry, but the Italians are going to town on us and Pops needs everyone he can get. But with Sean MIA and Killian wrapped up with Stacy and the baby, it’s kind of just you and me, you know?”
“Yeah, of course. But you realized Kevin’s just hanging around Pops’ house.”
“Pops won’t bring Kevin into this, you know that. He wants Kevin to be an artist, or whatever it is he’s trying this week.” There was clear frustration in Ian’s voice as he spoke. But then his tone softened as he said, “But maybe that’s for the best. Things are really crazy right now and the fewer of us involved is probably better.”
“Probably.” I glanced over my shoulder at Amelia. “I’ll fly out as soon as I can get myself together.”
“I’ve already sent the jet. It should be waiting for you in less than an hour.”
Then it was serious. Ian rarely sent the company jet for me unless I begged. He liked to have me beg for things.
I disconnected the call and stood, grabbing my bag off the valet sitting in the corner.
“Go change your clothes. We’re flying to Boston.”
Amelia sat up slowly. “We?”
I glanced back at her. “Yeah. Until we can arrange an annulment, you’re my wife, right?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Then you come home with me.” I turned to face her, crossing my arms over my chest. “Unless you’re prepared to go down to the courthouse the moment they open and file for a divorce.”
She shook her head. “No divorce.”
“Then get changed.”
I started shoving clothes into my bag, but realized she hadn’t moved as I was almost finished.
“What?”
“I don’t have anything here to change into. Just that other dress…”
I cursed under my breath, amused that it brought another blush to her full cheeks.
“Come on,” I said, grabbing her hand, “we’ll stop by your place so you can pack. Can’t have you meet the family wearing that.”
She snatched up her shoes as I dragged her out of the room, her in one hand and my bag in the other. I glanced around to make sure I had everything, dropped the room key on the bar—Mickey could deal with that later—and headed out.
This was going to be interesting. Imagine me coming home with a wife. Pops would shit bricks, and I could already see the I-told-you-so’s from Ian and Killian. Yeah. This was definitely going to be interesting.
Chapter 5
Amelia
I could almost feel the derision coming from Kyle as I unlocked the flimsy door to my tiny efficiency apartment. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes scanned the place slowly, taking in the second-hand furniture and the lack of electronic equipment. I didn’t even have a television because it would have cost more than it was worth to hook it up for cable.
I ducked into the bathroom and quickly slipped into a pair of jeans and a light t-shirt, tugging the bobby pins from my hair and replacing them with a simple elastic band as I pulled my hair into a ponytail. I was back to that girl who’d come here seeking a quick way to make a lot of money, the sad girl who never seemed to get ahead even with the generous tips waitressing two jobs provided. It was depressing.
I shoved my little bit of makeup and
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