“Jae, stop, we need to get ready for dinner at your parents.” His parents had finally forgiven us for the mess when we started our relationship and it had helped that Jae’s father had laid most of the blame on his brother. Song Seo Jun had been exiled to South Korea, and never allowed to return. Despite that, I still didn’t want to rock the body with them. Family was important to Jae, even if he didn’t realize it.
“They won’t mind if we’re late, in the name of creating an heir for the Song family,” he muttered, moving his lips around to my ear and sucking on the lobe.
“I’m already pregnant,” I reminded him.
“They don’t know that,” he pointed out, which was far enough. We’d waited until I was nearly five months to tell.
“They will when we announce it tonight,” I said. He sighed, a long, suffering sound.
“I want you,” he muttered, as he pulled back and I turned to rest my head against his shoulder.
“And you’ll have me… later.”
“I’m rethinking this whole legal career thing. You’re far too independent,” he muttered making me laugh.
“Well, when the baby comes, I’ll be home all the time,”
“Yes, I can’t fucking wait,” he growled at me, I let out a happy sigh, tired, but fulfilled. You might think a mafia boss’s wife wouldn’t make a good lawyer, but I was an ace at the job. Moreover, the Songs and Lucianos milked the free legal advice aspect whenever they could. As for cases, I mostly worked pro-bono on cases for minors or women who couldn’t afford a good lawyer to represent them. I’d found my life’s calling, defending the little guy. I knew Jae admired my dedication to the work. He’d finally found a way to reconcile his feelings of guilt and wickedness over his job, by supporting me with mine.
He took from the world, and I gave back. We balanced each other.
“In a few weeks, I’m going to shut you up safe and sound at home,” Jae murmured, lacing his fingers throw mine and kisses a kiss against the back on my hand.
“For a while, anyway.”
“Fuck, I hate your job,” he growled at me, but he wasn’t that mad. He knew that came first for me, and above all, he’d never stop me doing something I loved.
“But you love it when I’m happy,” I reminded him. He nodded, conceding that point. I snuggled into him, musing about the day. “Though, now I think about it, I don’t know how I’ve never come to a case where someone has tried to blackmail you with my safety.”
“Who says you haven’t?”
I jolted and gazed up at him. “What?”
Jae grinned, running his hand up and down my arm, enjoying the feeling of my skin against his. This man who had hated to be touched. Well, he hadn’t changed this much, he still hated to be touched, just not by me. “Just think of it like this. You’ve never had a case where limits of what I’d do for you has been tested.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning… you always get the bad guy, one way or another.”
I should care more than my mobster husband was cleaning up lowlifes who attempted to get their cases thrown out, but I didn’t. Jae’s world was my world, and I understood the rules.
“Or you do,” I added.
His mouth lifted in a smirk. “Same difference. You help people, and I make sure you’re free to do that. Now climb up here, on my lap and kiss your husband. It’s been six fucking hours since I last kissed you, and I’m done waiting.”
I swung my leg across his, and he pulled me carefully on to him, steadying my hips and pressing up against him, groaning softly into my mouth.
“You’ve got ten minutes before we get to dinner… let’s see what you’ve got, boss man.”
Jae smiled against my lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Hana
Iwas a good girl. I’d always known what was expected from me. Growing up with Korean-American parents came with its own set of expectations. Being the daughter of a big boss in the New York underworld multiplied the expectations exponentially.
In lots of ways, I didn’t mind my cossetted, overprotected life. I liked to study, and math was my thing. That helped keep the isolation at bay. I wasn’t particularly outgoing, so not having the usual experiences of other girls at the exclusive girl’s only prep I attended wasn’t a big deal.
That all changed one night three weeks ago.