Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
"There's no point. We can talk about it when I get home tonight, and if I'm not, I'll be drunk, and you can show me how fun drunk sex is."
He laughs. "Okay, it's a deal, but how will you feel if you're pregnant, il mio tesoro?"
"Um...I'll be okay. My husband is very good at showing me he wants me and won't grow tired of me."
"Your father has done a lot of shit he deserves my wrath for, but the fact that he made you second guess yourself and feel like you aren't so fucking beautiful and special that it hurts, is probably his worst crime."
"And that's another reason I'm not worried about being pregnant. You won't care if we have a girl."
His smile melts away the worry in my gut. "A miniature version of her mother to spoil and protect? I’d be fucking grateful, Lina."
"I love you—" He cuts me off as he kisses me softly, pulling me against him so tight, I wish I could stay like this. It ends far too quickly.
“I have a meeting with Niko, Victorio, Marco, and some others you haven’t met yet, so I'd better get going. You be sure to answer your texts while you're out."
"Killian left last night. I heard his jet."
Antonio nods. "Belle is getting too close to her delivery date. He doesn't like leaving her."
"Are you going to offer Victorio the promotion?" I ask.
"It's the only thing I can do to keep him from being your bodyguard."
I shake my head. "He is hot—"
Antonio holds up his hand. "You're slowly signing his death warrant, wife."
"I was trying to say he's hot but not even in the same stratosphere as my husband."
"I'll make sure he knows you saved his life."
"I better shower and clean up before we pick Helena up. We're meeting Angelina, Emilia and Zoe at the bar from there." Even as I tell him, I know he is aware of my schedule, but I can tell it’s not annoying him. My father would have probably slapped me for giving him useless information.
"Marco will be at the bar tonight. Apparently, he doesn't think his fiancée should attend a bachelorette party without supervision."
"He said that?"
"His very words were, Helen will not get drunk unless I’m there to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."
"Oh boy. This might not go well."
"For Marco or your friend?" Antonio asks, trying to hide his smile.
"Good point. Maybe both.”
My insides go all gooey as he leans in to kiss my forehead. When he lifts up, I want to pull him back and make him late for his meeting, but I resist the urge.
"Be safe. Keep Levi or Zane close at all times. Understand?" Just as I love the soft side he shows me, I swoon when his protectiveness of me comes out too.
"Yes, sir," I tell him as I mock salute.
"Tonight, wife,” he croons.
“Huh?”
“I want those very words from you as I order you to do wicked things to my body… and yours."
"If you earn it,” I counter.
He winks at me, spanking my ass as he walks away, sending a thrill through my body. I turn and watch him go, my heart squeezing in my chest.
I'm head over heels in love with my husband. There's no denying that. Now I must figure out how to make him feel the same way.
antonio
While waiting for the rest of the men to attend the meeting, Niko is still grumbling to me and Victorio about letting the girls go out without us.
"I think we need to be there," Niko says. "I'm not thrilled about this at all."
"If we get done with the meeting quickly, we will," I relent.
"You two wouldn't have to worry if I was there watching over them, but instead, I'm here," Victorio chimes in. "I'm not questioning you, but I have to wonder what I can add in this organization if you won’t even let me protect the women and do the job that I was hired to do."
"It sure as fuck sounds like questioning me is exactly what you’re doing."
"Fine. I am. Angelina gets nervous in crowds, and I'd like to be there to make sure she's okay."
"Sounds like you have a thing for Emilia's cousin," I say, glancing at Niko, who's watching him intently.
Victorio grunts. I can tell he's annoyed with him for pointing it out. "It's not a thing. She's mine," he answers coolly. "She just has a lot of shit to sift through, so I'm moving slowly."
"Lock her up. Women need a man, not a pussy. Don't be afraid to make a move," I tell him, shaking my head.
He flips me off looking miserable. I know I’m about to drop a bomb in his lap and relish the power move to knock his cockiness down a peg.
"When you take over the eastern region, I expect more respect," I inform him.