Chapter 399. The Boss

Proserpina

As though his thoughts had conjured her up, she was walking across the lawns toward him, accompanying her husband as she said in her throaty voice,

‘James. What are you looking so lost and forlorn about, first thing in the morning?’ Placing her hand on his arm in a familiar gesture, she made him look into her troubled brown eyes and she leaned forward to drop a kiss on his cheek affectionately.

Damn. But the woman still managed to look hot, inspite of being more than three months pregnant, he thought, his heart racing as he stood to embrace her fondly, inhaling the vanilla scent of her hair and body, familiar and bittersweet. His friend and partner, the formidable Mafia Don stood beside her, eyes like flint, studying him. He was watching narrowly, his heavy-lidded eyes hiding his annoyance at seeing his heavily pregnant wife in the arms of another man.

The Boss might have been a man-whore all his life, the term people used when the