Page 89 of Urgent Vows
"No one is interrogating my wife." I glare at the older man.
Miceli coughs, like he's stifling a laugh and I turn my sulfuric look on him. "You got something to say?"
"Nope."
"I don't want to interrogate her, but we can't dismiss the possibility that she's the source of the leaks, whether knowingly or unwittingly."
"How could she do it unwittingly?" Miceli asks.
"Social media. Talking with friends from school."
Catalina has access to social media, because she uses it for her research, but using it to post about her own life? That I don't see. Still, it's possible.
"If she has any friends left from school, I don't know about them," I say, realizing even as I speak the words that they don't mean much.
I married the woman only the day before and spent very little time in her company prior to that. Because I wanted her, and she wasn't the woman I was going to marry. Unlike Carlotta, Francesco never talked about his oldest daughter.
Miceli frowns. "I like Catalina."
"And?"
"I don't like saying this, but she's got motive for selling our secrets."
"The hell she does."
"Her dad kept her a prisoner in that house, and he abused her." Miceli gives me a knowing look. "She was getting ready to run. That means she needed money."
"One thing I've already found out is that there was no love lost between father and daughter. I doubt she felt any particular loyalty to him." Big Sal rubs his chin thoughtfully.
I want to deny it, but Catalina didn't grieve her father's death. She was relieved by it. Which I liked. I don't want her hurting over that son of a bitch's death. There's a ruthless streak in her character that I admire. It could also be what makes it possible for her to sell our secrets.
Did she do it? I doubt it.
Even if she did, do I think she would do it now that she's married to me? Absolutely not.
Is that just my ego talking? Or even my damn cock? Which loves being buried in her hot pussy.
Hell. I said no one was interrogating my wife, but I should have said no one but me. I have to find out if she's the leak. To protect her as much asla famiglia.
"She married me to protect her sister," I point out. "That's not the action of a woman lacking in loyalty."
"Does she feel that loyalty towards you?" Miceli asks. "We know she didn't toward Francesco, not that he deserved it."
But if she equated her father with the Cosa Nostra, my wife might have seen selling secrets as a way to get the money she needed to run, like my brother suggested.
Hell.
"What better way to spy for our enemies than from inside the don's own family?" Big Sal asks.
"She's good at gathering information," Miceli points out.
I tell him to shut it with my eyes, but he's not saying anything else anyway. He's made his point.
After dismissing the other men, I go to find my wife. Waking her from sleep should make her easier to question. She'll find it harder to lie and keep track of her lies if she's tired. Even though they are only analgesics, the pain meds will help too.
I've already seen how strongly she reacts to them. Which makes me think she's not used to taking painkillers after one of her father's beatings.
Shoving down guilt that has never bothered me before when doing my business as don, I go straight to our bedroom and shake my wife awake.
