Mick Sinatra 3: His Lady, His Children, And Sal - Plot & Excerpts
“Do you see a bruise?” she asked him. Mick saw one. Very slight. But it was there. “Does it hurt?” he asked her. “Just a little,” she said. “I think I got it when he threw me to the pavement.” Mick’s jaw tightened at the thought of any man throwing her anywhere. “You should not have been there in the first place,” he said to her. “And to go to some motel no less. I ought to kick your ass for that alone.” Roz looked at him through the mirror. “You ought to try,” she warned. But before she knew it, Mick grabbed her by her unvarnished arm and turned her angrily to him. He pressed her body against his with a look that betrayed what was in his heart. That look, that who the fuck do she think she is look, consumed his face. “Do you not believe the words I say to you?” His eyes searched hers for clues. “Do you think I will not put a hand to you?” “I’m your wife, Mick, not your child.” He gripped her tighter. “You’re my wife who does not seem to understand what it means to be my wife!” His anger was now on full display. “I have men who are paid to ensure your safety every hour of the day, and you know it. But you slip their detection time and time again. You behave as if I’m employing them for the hell of it. You behave as if I’m just a regular businessman who doesn’t have an enemy in this world. You behave as if I will not die if something were to happen to you!”
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