His Tesoro (Empire of Royals, #1)

by Emilia Rossi

First, I’d made her think she was trapped in her room, and now I’d stranded her on the counter. Some fucking husband I was.

She was all light—bright hair, bright eyes—to my darkness.

I’d followed my wife up to the roof, and then I’d run away like a coward at the sight of her bare shoulder.

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

“These Mafia men are so dramatic,”

“You are my wife and I’m your husband. You’re in pain, so I’m going to fix it.”

Matteo’s arms wrapped around me, and he pulled me closer. “Come on, tesoro. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

nothing in the world was right when my tesoro was sad.

“I’ll give you what you need. But one day, you’ll know that the safest place for you to be is in my arms.”

I closed my eyes and breathed through my rage. These bastards came into my home, spent time with my wife, and now they ate all of my cookies? My hand twitched towards the gun tucked in my waistband.

“Yes, yes, you’re very fierce and scary. Now get in the fucking wheelchair.”

There was no life for me without her. I may have been too foolish to see it at first, but now that I knew, I would never let her go.

CRYING

I looked around, ready to burn the entire villa to the ground if something about it was upsetting her.