C27 CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

When she next turned to look over her shoulder at him, tear tracks marked her cheeks and her brows were furrowed in need. “Please. Mario. Can’t you see how much I need you?”

She looked helpless. Desperate. His beautiful wife. Literally on her knees.

Whatever was happening to her, she’d come to him. She’d been in need and come to her husband for help. As it should be