I Trained My Wife’s Nineteen Lovers Before I Left Her

I had a fever burning at a hundred and two and wanted nothing more than to lie down in the dark, but my wife's lieutenant wouldn't hear of it. He kept me in the club's back office, buried under the Family's books until the small hours.

"Portia's off in the islands with her eighteenth consort," Rocco Greco said. "That makes me the man who runs the day-to-day now. Without my say-so, you don't so much as step past that door."

The bastard was doing it on purpose, angling for a place in line as my wife's nineteenth.

I wasn't having it. I called Portia directly.