Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Because Angelo said I could take my time, I walk into the bathroom to open the faucets and pour some bath salts into the tub.
As I watch the water fill the tub, I think about the stressful week we’ve had. First, Tiny had to be rushed to the hospital, then the nightmare in Sicily. Giorgio dying.
It’s crazy. I don’t understand why people can’t just live together in harmony.
I wasn’t lying when I confessed that I didn’t feel bad when Angelo told me he killed Giorgio.
I feel relieved because I won’t have to worry about him trying to hurt me again. When my inheritance pays out, he won’t be there to take it from me, and the house Papà worked so hard for now belongs to me.
I feel some good came out of the crazy week, though.
I’ve realized Angelo, Tiny, Rita, and Big Ricky are my family, and they mean the world to me.
I place my hand over my abdomen as I glance down. There’s just one thing missing.
Letting out a deep breath, I close the faucets and strip out of my clothes. Stepping into the balmy water, a smile spreads over my face.
Just as I close my eyes, I feel Angelo’s presence. His movements are still silent as always, but I can feel a shift in the air.
I turn my head, and opening my eyes again, I see him crouching beside the tub. His fingers dip into the water.
“How did it go at confession?”
My smile widens. “Good.”
He stares at me for a while, then says, “Big Ricky and I will join you for Mass tomorrow.”
Surprised, my eyebrow pops up. “Really?” I sit up in the tub and grab the loofah. “I thought church wasn’t your thing?” I squirt some body wash on and start to wash my legs.
Angelo takes the loofah from me and orders, “Lie back.”
I relax in the tub and watch as he continues to wash my leg.
He lets out a sigh, then says, “We’re going with you to show everyone you’re mine.” His eyes flick to my face before he continues to wash my other leg. “We’re going to make a few public appearances together to make a statement.”
“Okay.” I glance in the direction of the bedroom. “Is that why I have to wear the gown?”
He shakes his head. “No, that’s for me.” Getting up, he leans over the tub and presses a possessive kiss to my mouth before demanding, “Don’t braid your hair. I want your curls wild and free.”
A happy smile spreads over my face. “Okay.”
I watch as he walks out of the bathroom and let out a contented sigh.
Who would’ve thought Angelo Rizzo would be the best thing to ever happen to me?
Chapter 38
Angelo
I’m sitting on the couch when I hear Vittoria’s heels clicking on the stairs.
Getting up, I walk to the foot of the stairs, and I glance up at her.
My woman looks breathtaking in the blue silk gown, and with the makeup accentuating her beautiful features, she’s a fucking wet dream.
I step closer and hold my hand out to her. A smile lights up her face as her fingers wrap around mine, and when she stops on the last step, her eyes are filled with love.
I tug her against my chest and wrap my other arm around her lower back to pin her to me. Lowering my head to her ear, I take a deep breath of her floral scent.
My words are a low growl filled with desire for my wife. “You take my breath away, mia piccola tentatrice.”
Lifting her hands to my clean-shaven jaw, she looks at me as if I’m her entire world, and I’ve never felt more powerful.
She presses a soft kiss to my lips, then whispers, “I love you, il mio diavolo.”
I grin against her mouth when I hear her call me her devil. She’s not wrong. I’ll fucking raise hell for her.
Weaving our fingers together, I tug her away from the stairs, and we head out of the house, where Tiny and Big Ricky are waiting by the SUV.
They both grin from ear to ear when they see us, and Tiny says, “You look beautiful, Tori.”
“Thank you,” she chuckles.
I tug her away from the SUV, and she gives me a confused look, but it quickly turns to surprise when I open the passenger door to the Lamborgini.
As she climbs inside, I say, “Tiny and Big Ricky will follow us in the SUV.”
She nods before glancing around the interior of the luxurious sports car.
I shut the door and nod at my men as I walk around the front of the Lamborgini, then unbuttoning my suit jacket, I slide behind the steering wheel.
I make sure Vittoria’s safety belt is secure before pulling on my own. Starting the engine, I grin when it roars to life.
Christ, I love the sound.
“Ready?” I ask as I wink at my wife.