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“Hit a woman in front of me and you won’t be alive to do it again,” Nico growled.
I had never wanted a husband like him. He was everything my body thought it needed and everything my brain knew it didn’t. I would lose myself in Nicolas Russo, and I wouldn’t know where to come up for air. My heart would fall for him and he would crush it beneath his feet. I could live a loveless life. I couldn’t survive a broken one.
He was the most dangerous man in the city, and soon I would have to call him Husband.
“I said I’ll never hurt you, Elena, but if I find out you’ve touched another man, there is nothing in this world that could save him.”
“There’s nowhere you could go that I couldn’t find you.”
I had a bad, bad feeling that if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.
“I want Isabel gone.” His lips traced my ear, and seconds passed as I held my breath. “Done.”
“For whatever reason—most likely Stockholm—Elena chose you, and I respect her choice. But if you hurt her, I’ll have to kill you.”
I stared at her for a moment. How peaceful it must be in that head of hers to have such a sweet expression. I wanted to keep it that way, to make sure she never worried about anything again. Fuck, I was whipped.
“Nico, we don’t know each other . . . I don’t even know your middle name.” “Angelo. Now, go upstairs and get ready. We leave in an hour.”
“Is that what you think? That I chose your weird sister over you?” My teeth gritted as he dropped me to my feet. “She’s not weird.”
😂😂😂
“You did good,” Luca drawled. “Only made the judge think we’d kidnapped you a couple different times.”
“Nico, what if the Three Fates were real and I’d been destined for another?” He slipped his hands into his pockets, his gaze igniting with a spark. “I guess I’d have to find those Fates and burn them to the ground.”
“You make me fucking crazy.” “Don’t blame me for your psychosis.” “You are my psychosis.”
😂😂😂
The worst had happened. I loved the fucking woman. And now my biggest weakness walked outside my body, with soft brown eyes and long black hair. There were a lot of men who would love to hit me in my weak spot; the reason I had never wanted the vulnerability. But what I didn’t expect was this calmness to come with it, this surety that I would fucking die before I let them.
Crazy, she called me. She had no idea how goddamn crazy I could be. I’d give Christian an hour before I started tearing this city apart piece by piece.
Regardless of what I was born into, I’d always thought of myself as a moral and honest person. Maybe my roots were too deep, or maybe love gave a woman a reason to let her dark colors shine, because I suddenly knew I would lie, cheat, and steal for this man. I would burn the world for him. He was King of the Cosa Nostra. And he was all mine.
Reaching toward the other side of the bed and feeling nothing but sheets, something jack-knifed in my chest. The clanking of pots and pans from the kitchen sent an instant rush of relief through me. I ran a hand down my face. Jesus. I’d wanted a wife and I got a damn heart-attack waiting to happen.
😂
She had a long way to go to be a Russo, but hell, I’d walk with her the whole way.
Happiness filled my chest like a balloon, and I wondered if you could love someone so much you’d burst.
“You gonna have a fun time tonight?” “Maybe,” I whispered against his lips. “But I’ll be missing you more.” “Damn,” he drawled. “You’re sweet when you aren’t stealing from me.”
Why is Nico so funny? 😂
“You poor thing, you. Looks like you’re stuck with him for good. Ace might be a cheat at heart, but he always does exactly what he says he’s going to do.”
Nico might have been a bad man, but where he lacked in morals, he more than made up for as a husband. He loved me forever.
