Tempted By The Devil by Michelle Heard

Author:Michelle Heard [Heard, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MA Heard
Published: 2023-10-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Angelo

Sitting across from Salvatore, we review the schedules of the fleet we currently have at sea.

“Will Renzo’s shipment still dock on time?” I ask.

“Yes, I’m expecting it Tuesday before lunch.”

Salvatore is a lot like me. He’s all business and painfully private. From what I know, the man lives like a hermit.

But he’s fucking loyal and a hard worker, and it’s all that matters to me.

My phone vibrates, and when I check the message, I see it’s from Tiny.

Tiny: We’re wrapping things up. Tori asked if we could swing by her old place to pick up ingredients for the cannolis she wants to make. Is that okay with you?

Giorgio is still in the hospital, but I don’t want Vittoria anywhere near her old home.

Angelo: No. She doesn’t go near her old house. Take her grocery shopping.

Tiny: Yes, boss.

Tucking my phone back into my pocket, my eyes flick to Salvatore, then I announce, “By the way, I got married.”

His eyebrows fly into his hairline. “That’s the last thing I expected to hear from you.” Giving me an incredulous look, he asks, “Are you serious?”

“Do I ever joke around?”

“No.” He lets out a deep breath. “I suppose congratulations are in order. I hope you’ll have a good marriage.”

“Thank you.”

We continue with our work, and once we’re done verifying the status of each vessel, I say, “Keep up the good work.”

“I will.” Salvatore gives me a smile. “When are you leaving for your honeymoon?”

My eyebrow lifts because the thought hasn’t crossed my mind. “There’s no honeymoon.” Remembering the upcoming trip to Sicily, I say, “I’m taking my wife to Sicily so she can meet my family.”

“Let me know when you’ll be out of the country.”

“I will.” Rising to my feet, I walk to the door. “See you next week.”

Big Ricky’s already waiting by the SUV as I emerge from the warehouse that’s situated at the back of the shipping yard.

When he spots me, he opens the door so I can climb into the backseat.

The moment he’s behind the steering wheel, I say, “We have to check whether Vittoria has a passport, and if not, get one for her ASAP.”

His eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. “Is it for the trip to Sicily?”

“Yes. I forgot about it.”

“I’ll get to work on it first thing tomorrow morning.” As he steers the vehicle toward the exit, he mutters, “Shit, tomorrow is Saturday.” His eyes flick to mine again. “I’ll take care of it on Monday.”

There’s a moment’s silence, then Big Ricky asks, “Are you taking off this weekend?”

“I never take weekends off,” I mumble, my attention on all the emails that came in during my meeting with Salvatore.

“But you’re married now.”

Right.

I tuck my phone in my pocket, then say, “Yeah, I should spend more time with Vittoria.”

My eyebrows furrow together as I think of things we can do instead of just sitting at home.

As if Big Ricky can read my mind, he says, “You can take her out for dinner to Piccola Sicilia. Maybe watch a show or movie?”

A chuckle rumbles from me.

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