Luca
“Merry Christmas, Wife,” I growl against her lips—the lips I’ve been stealing kisses from for the past ten years.
I’ve spoiled my wife the best way I know how, and now I do it to my children.
We’ve just returned from the city after spending the entire day acting like tourists.
It never gets old to take a walk through the streets and see the tree lit up, snagging fresh popcorn and hot chocolate.
Many would think a fucking crazy mobster like me wouldn’t enjoy those things, and until I met Angel, I didn’t, but that woman changed my entire personality.
Well, almost my entire being. I still destroy my enemies.
Last year, Torcello’s men crossed me and I made them pay, ending a long-standing truce.
“It doesn’t matter because it was never going to happen. We were destined to meet, and you were meant to be mine.” He brushes his handsome and semi large nose against mine before nuzzling my face. The man is silly for a crazy bastard.
“We have guests waiting for us.”
“Let them wait,” I grunt, letting her feel how fucking merry I am. We need our own private celebration.
“It’s been ten years, beautiful.”
“Ten years since you kidnapped me.”
“I wouldn’t call it a kidnapping,” I suggest.
“What would you call it?”
“Blackmail.”
“I suppose that is correct. Coercion is more like it.”
“It doesn’t matter how I took you. You know you loved it, baby,” I grunt, wanting to fill her with her favorite present.
“I did. The best ten years of my life.” I made the right choice that night by entering that police station.