I met his gaze, my most disarming smile displayed on my face. "And you shouldn't be keeping secrets you're afraid of being exposed." I traced my fingers lightly over his chest. "Or have you forgotten I'm your wife?"
"That's cute, babe," His thumb brushed my jaw. "But don't play games with me, ok? I'm Lorenzo Ricci."
I forced out a soft giggle. I stepped away as if I wasn't shaking inside. "Relax, I was just messing with you. Now, are we done with this interrogation? I need to shower."
For a long moment, Lorenzo studied me, his stare like a blade against my throat. I knew he was suspecting me but there was no way he'd be this calm if he knew that I was aware of his tactics.
Then, finally—he let me go. I stepped out of his study with a thundering heartbeat. I jogged to our bedroom and stepped into the bathroom.
As soon as I did, I locked the door and turned on the shower to drown out any noise. With shaky hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed Santino De Luca's contact. I didn't know why I trusted him, I just knew I desperately needed an ally.
The line finally clicked. "I was wondering when you'd call, Mrs. Ricci."