Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Ushering her into the penthouse, I keep an arm around her as I lead her up the stairs and straight to bed. I throw the covers back, then order, “Shoes off and get in.”
“I’m tired of lying down,” she complains.
“Tolerate me for one more day,” I say. Once she’s comfortably leaning back against the pillows, I set the overnight bag down.
I’ve been putting off dealing with Irene, needing to first take care of Tess. But now that she’s home, we have to talk about what will happen.
Sitting down on the side of the bed, I lift a hand and tuck some of her hair behind her ear, then admit, “I’m glad you’re home.”
Tess’ mouth curves up. “Me too.” Reaching for my hand, she links our fingers. “You probably have to get back to work.”
“Yes.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I have to deal with Irene.”
Her eyes widen. “By deal, you mean…?”
Our eyes lock. “I’m going to kill her.”
Tess’ lips part, her face going slack with shock. “W-what?”
“It’s the way of the mafia, Theresa. I can’t let someone get away with hurting you,” I spell it out for her. “You’re my only weakness, and if I don’t protect you…” I shake my head hard. “If someone touches you, they die. It doesn’t matter who they are.”
“But… but,” Tess struggles to process what I’m saying. “She’s a woman.”
“So?” I frown, not understanding what she’s getting at.
“You can’t kill a woman.”
My frown darkens. “Yes, I can, and I will.” Needing Tess to understand, I explain, “The sex of our enemies doesn’t matter. If someone attacks us, there’s only death as repayment. It’s how things are done.” I pull my hand free from hers, then frame her face. “No one fucking hurts my wife and lives. No one. Do you understand?”
Tess nods in my hands.
“That woman hurt you, baby. She could’ve killed you.” I shake my head again. “I can’t let her live.”
Tess nods again, then the strength that’s been missing since the attack begins to shine in her eyes. “I understand.”
“I’d expect you to do the same for me,” I tell her. “If I’m taken out, it’s up to you to make the person pay.”
Her lips part, and heartache bleeds over her beautiful face. “Don’t say that. Nothing’s going to happen to you.”
It doesn’t escape my attention that Tess isn’t opposed to avenging my death. However, it hurts her to think of losing me.
That’s good.
Fuck.
Leaning forward, I take her mouth. I kiss her with every ounce of my love, my wild passion – my heart and fucking soul. I claim the emotions she’s starting to feel for me, wanting them to grow until they’re as overpowering as mine are for her.
Only when she moans, and I get to breathe the sound in, do I break the kiss. Pressing my forehead to hers, I’m breathless as I say, “It’s you and me from here on out. Together we'll rule, and together we’ll fall.”
Her eyes brim with tears. “We’ll have to make sure we never fall.”
“That’s my girl.” I brush the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip then lock eyes with her. “I have to deal with Irene, and you need to be there.”
“Why?” I can see she doesn’t like the idea one bit.
“Because you’re a mafia queen, Theresa. Someone fucked with you. You need to take a stand of power and show our enemies you’re not to be fucked with.” Wanting to offer her some comfort, I add, “You won’t be the one pulling the trigger, but you need to be there. My men have to see you take your rightful place beside me so they’ll respect you.”
Her shoulders sag. “Okay.”
“And you need to learn how to fight and handle a gun.” Getting up from the bed, I add, “If I weren’t so busy, I’d take you to St. Monarch’s in Switzerland. That’s the best place for you to learn.”
Tess scrunches her nose, but interest flickers in her eyes. “There’s an actual place where you learn how to fight and shoot guns?”
At some point, I need to tell Tess that if anything bad happens, she needs to go to St. Monarch’s. It’s the only patch of earth on the goddamn planet that’s neutral ground for people like us. But not today. I’ll tell her once she’s healed.
“Amongst other things,” I answer vaguely because St. Monarch’s offers everything from training to the best safety money can buy. Leaning down, I give my wife another kiss. “Get some rest while I fix you something to eat.”
Her eyebrows dart up. “You’re going to make food… for me?”
Letting out a chuckle, I walk to the doorway. “Sleep, kardiá mou. I’ll wake you when it’s time to eat.”
Heading downstairs, I roll my sleeves up, determined to feed my wife. While throwing a Greek salad together, I put my phone on speaker as I dial Andreas’ number.