CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE

  AYDEMs POV...

  I watch as my sassy wife exits the barn with a bounce to her step, and her perky ass swaying side to side.

  Gods!?

  She has no idea of the internal frustration and hunger I battle with on the inside for her on a daily.?

  Releasing a sigh that is heavy with animosity, I turn around to look at the work of art she's left behind on Castello's chest. I can't help but scrunch my nose, rubbing a hand over my own chest, as I can presently feel his agony.

  His head lulls side to side, and I step forward, kicking his leg with the tip of my shoe. "Oh, no you piece of bok! [shit!]. You can not pass out before the party has begun." I sneer, drawing my arm back, I drive it forward and slap him across the face with my open hand.?

  The beautiful sound of flesh, hitting flesh, sweeps throughout the brightly lit barn.