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“Mine,”
“You are mine, Milene.”
I lower the phone and stare at it. No one ever dares to hang up on me, and yet, she does it all the time. It’s strange.
It was by accident that I found out about Alessandro Zanetti’s skills with fire.
Ohh its probably the guy from sergeis book
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yell, brushing the tears from my face and marching toward him. “Can’t someone else get shot for a change? Or is that your exclusive right?”
“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, you reckless, negligent idiot.”
“I’m done counting the gunshot wounds on your body! Do you understand?”
“Next time you get shot, I leave.”
“You will never say that again, do you hear me, Milene?”
“I. Will. Leave.” The words tumble out as tears continue to roll down my cheeks. I reach for him, pull his face to mine, and slam my lips to his. “Damn it, Tore.”
He puts the shirt on, but when he tries to fasten the buttons, I move his hands away and take over. “There’s no reasoning with him, Ilaria. He’s as stubborn as a mule,” I mumble as I move down through the buttons.
Only when I’m on the last one do I become aware of an eerie silence in the room. Nino and Stefano are frozen in place a few feet away, their eyes glued to my hands and the front of Salvatore’s shirt. On my other side, Ilaria’s clutching the box of antibiotics, staring at my hands in a similar fashion.
A weak spot. Letting someone button up a shirt for me is something I would never have allowed. Especially in front of witnesses. And she knows it.
“I want to feel her skin when I touch her,” I answer. “And I can’t do that if I’m wearing a glove.”
Suddenly, Vincenzo’s arm wraps around my waist, and he tugs me toward him. I gasp as my hand slips from Alessandro’s belt. He spins around as Vincenzo lifts his gun and sends five bullets into the big man’s chest. I scream as Alessandro drops to the floor.
NOOOO
They dared to take my Milene. Oh, how they will pay.
“You’re a damn magnet for bullets, Salvatore.” I kiss his hair and tighten my grip. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve already used up your nine lives, so you’re not getting shot again today.”
“Vita mia,” he whispers. “Please. Get down.”
His body is shaking as though he has a fever. “I love you, Tore,” I say into his ear.
As I watch, a tear rolls down his cheek. “Please,” he whispers. “No,” I say, and squeeze my arms around him, tucking his head into the crook of my neck. He thrashes around again, and I barely manage to keep myself from falling off his lap.
Oh, how I will enjoy filleting the man who hurt the only thing in this world I love.
“No!” I snarl. “Never! Never, Milene! I can’t . . . I can’t bear even the thought of what could have happened! How the fuck do you expect me to deal with this? You, getting hurt, for me? You will never do that again!” I bury my hands in my hair and pull. “Fuck!”
“I’ll get a fucking aneurysm because of you.”
“You don’t understand, Milene,” I say into her mouth. “Of course I do.” She smiles and looks right into my eyes. “I love you, too, Tore.”
“How would you feel about getting a dog?”
HAaahahah girl
“I love you, too.” My breath catches. His eyes move back to mine as his other hand comes to stroke my ear. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I know it’s not easy. Being loved by me.”
“You’re wrong.” I know he loves me, but it’s different when he says it. That he’s reached the point where he can utter those three little words means more than the sentiment itself. “Being loved by you is the best fucking feeling in the world.”
“Felix,” Alessandro says into the phone, “It’s Az. I need you to do something for me.”
Yep it was him hihi
“I’m afraid she won’t love me.”
Awwww
“She will love you,” I say again and press my lips to his. “She’ll fucking adore you. Like I do.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
Mia’s eyes flutter open and a moment later two amber gazes collide. And then, my husband smiles.
