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Fuck. Gino Ferraro will be doing me a favor. I deserve to die for what I did to her.
It’s like I left my will to live back at the penthouse, inside those mesmerizing blue eyes.
I’m going home. To Blake. To my wife.
My husband
“You made it back,” I choke out, taking a step toward him.
But you will never threaten to hurt yourself again. If you do anything to put yourself in harm’s way, I swear to God, Blake, I will build a cage and lock you in it.”
The only thing missing is my wedding band.
“You’ll be useless to me with a broken arm or leg.” I give him a dark smile. “Then don’t break ’em.”
BESTIES
“You are the wife of a very dangerous man, Mrs. De Luca. No one wants to risk doing or saying something that might offend you.”
Mrs. De Luca,
Mrs. De Luca.”
There’s a long pause. “Who’s this?” “Blake.” “Blake who?” “Blake Wo—De Luca.” “And you’re his…” I squeeze the phone in my hand. “I’m his wife.” “Oh…shit.”
I’m convinced both these men are clinically insane.
“You will never do anything like that again. Not while I’m here. Not while I’m the one who’s waiting for you at home.” His skin turns ashen. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
You’re my wife,
What I don’t know how to deal with is my wife.
And then she scolded Alessio Fucking Ferraro like he’s a kid in middle school instead of the biggest psychopath in New York City.
Around eleven, Alessio appears to get bored of him, and he snaps his neck with no warning.
DADDY
I die, Blake will be under Rafaele’s protection,” I say firmly. “Whatever happens between us, you can’t touch her.” Alessio takes another loud bite. “I won’t hurt her. I like her.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Why?” “She wasn’t scared of me. Most girls are scared of me.” That’s because she’s got no idea how fucking cuckoo you are.
FRIENDS
my wife.”
Sunshine.
my bruised and beaten husband.
Nero’s profile hardens. He reaches for my hand again and interlaces our fingers, as if trying to reassure me. Or himself.
Sunshine.
“Back when I only had myself to worry about, sure. But with you here, everything is different.”
“The only thing I want is to keep you safe. That’s the truth, even if you don’t believe me.” I do believe him.
Sunshine?”
“No, it doesn’t,” I growl. “I made a vow to you, and I take my vows seriously. You are my wife, Blake.” My gaze falls to her ring.
My wife
A deep laugh comes out of me. “You have no idea how this works if you think anyone in this city would be stupid enough to touch my wife. They know I’d kill them, Blake. I might not be a consigliere anymore, but my reputation didn’t disappear overnight. If another man touched you, I would cut off his dick before I killed him and deliver it to you in a box.”
“You know, you don’t have to give me your heart to let me make you come again.”
NERO
“I’ll talk you through it. Tell you just how pretty you look with your fingers stuffed inside your dripping pussy.”
Sunshine.”
Cleo Messero’s lips part. “Nero?”
CLEOOOOOO
There’s a redhead wrapped around my husband.
Nero takes my hand, intertwining our fingers, and squeezes tightly. “This is my wife.”
It even bothers me to remember how Cleo hugged Nero, how comfortable she was touching him—my husband.
I was willing to die for you, Sunshine. Do you really think I’m just going to give up on us after I got a second chance to make you mine?”
“You have to let me touch you,” he murmurs. “We have to be a united front, remember? How will we convince anyone we’re happily married if you pull away every time I try to kiss you?”
I moan into his mouth. I shouldn’t like this. It shouldn’t feel like coming home. And yet it does.
“Baby…”
He stops a half step away, close enough for his scent to hit me with full force. Pine, leather, smoke. “You look like a dream.”
“I got you something,” he murmurs, his breath coasting over my face. His hand remains on my nape as he retrieves a small black velvet box from his pocket. With a flick of his thumb, he opens it and holds it up for me to see. A wedding ring. And what a ring.
CRYING
my darling?”
my wife.
I’d feel better if she had my cum dripping down her thighs while these fuckers stared at her.
Get a grip
I can tell that she likes it, because she keeps glancing at it. But I want her to be glancing at me, damn it.
Drama
snake my arm around her waist. “You’re the most beautiful woman here.” “Do you see him?” She swivels her head, pretending to not hear me. “What if he doesn’t show up?” “That dress fits you like a second skin. Will you let me peel it off you when we get back home?” “I’m not a piece of fruit,” she grumbles. “Your pussy sure tastes like one.”
NERO PLS
Sunshine.
“Nero.” “What?” “Why are you touching me?” “Because I’m obsessed with you, baby. Haven’t you realized that by now?”
I cannot with him
