His Tesoro (Empire of Royals, #1)

by Emilia Rossi

I would rather believe that people were fundamentally good than spend my life expecting them to lie or hurt me.

“You deserve to be happy, you know,”

I didn’t want to trap her. I just needed her to be within reach at all times.

My life was one where my skin was regularly marked with blood. Hers was one where she dreamed of having a dog and touching the ocean.

The kitchen stool she was on had a back to it, but even so, I couldn’t get the image of her falling off of it out of my head. I moved to stand behind her, banding my arms around her chest. “What are you doing?” she asked, amusement clear in her voice. “Nothing,” I said with a scowl.

I couldn’t imagine my life without him. Without both of my guys.

But what I was angriest about was that it had pulled me away from my wife. I wouldn’t get to see her get up this morning, looking all messy and rumpled. And for that, the Albanians needed to die.

When would she realize that everything that had to do with her was my problem? No, my honor to fix.

“Come on,” he said, gripping my hand firmly. “I have to talk to people.” “You sound as if you’d rather be tortured,” I said with a grin. “He probably would,” Angelo said.

“Nothing is more important than taking care of you.”

She loved me. Loved me. Everything was the same as it had been a few minutes ago, and yet nothing was the same. The universe had shifted and I had been transformed. I was a man loved by Sofiya Rossi.