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“Whoever you have your sights on can go fuck herself. You’re marrying me.” I wrap an arm around Mariya to keep her locked to my side, then murmur, “Whatever you want, mia regina.”
“You’re the only woman for me, Mariya. I’ve waited patiently while building my empire, and now that I’m the head of –” I catch myself before saying Italian mafia in front of Elvis. “Now that I’m at the top, there’s only one thing missing from my life.” I step closer to her as I admit, “You.” My thumb brushes over the diamond on her finger. “Everything I have, everything I am, is yours, Mariya.”
“I can’t cook or do anything wives are supposed to do, but I love you, and I’m hoping that will be enough.”
“You’re mine, Mariya Cotroni.” Christ, hearing my last name attached to her name is everything.
I press a kiss to the back of her neck, then whisper, “I know I did a shitty thing and should at the very least feel sorry, but I don’t. With time you’ll get used to being my wife. There’s no other way because now that I have you, I’ll never let you go.”
“And even though I’ll have to pretend that I don’t know you love me, I’ll wait patiently to hear you say those words to me again.”
“Three days wasn’t enough,” I murmur to her, hoping to God she can hear me. “We deserve a lifetime together, so you keep fighting, amore mio.” A tear escapes, and rolling down my chin, it lands on Mariya’s bloody silk blouse. “I love you so fucking much.” My chest aches from the tendrils of loss gathering in the darkest corners of my heart. “Give me a chance to love you.”
