Seized by the Mafia King (London Mafia Bosses #9)

17. Willow

17

WILLOW

He killed two of my brothers.

I should definitely care, but as Zane barks orders to his men who group around us, I don’t.

They never gave a toss about me, but Zane wouldn’t stand by as they insulted me, even though it was mild compared to what they’ve said and done in the past. And I love that he defended me.

I love him .

The realisation hits me and my god, but it’s a warm bubble expanding from my chest. I love him.

Zane sets me down at the door, and we walk into the street together. His arm around my waist brooks no argument, but he shortens his stride to accommodate me. We round a corner and there’s a railings and bushes enclosed garden, right in the centre of rows of houses, and there’s the swirl of helicopter blades from inside the little park.

“Zane,” I begin, but I’m not sure what to say. Thank you? Where are we going? Can we go home? Did you really mean it that you want to marry me?

I want you to be my husband.

He told my brothers I was his wife, like it was a predestined thing.

I love you.

“No,” he says, voice gruffer than I’ve heard it. “Get in, Willow. Now.”