Page 8 of His Virgin Queen


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“My apologies.” He still holds his hands up, palms toward me. “Please forgive me, boss.”

“You’re forgiven.” I grip his shoulder. “I shouldn’t have laid hands on you.” I grit my teeth, then force myself to relax. “But make no mistake, Sophia is not a pawn. She will be the queen of this family, my bride, and the mother of my children.”

Gio whistles. “It finally happened.”

Dante’s face goes from grim to a smile. “You got struck by the arrow, man.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I pat his cheek—perhaps a little too hard—then pour myself another drink. “There is no arrow.”

“You’re in love.” Dante sighs. “One of the greats has fallen. Off the market.”

Gio laughs. “It was bound to happen.” He elbows Dante. “More pussy for us, eh?”

“Damn right.” Dante takes his glass and raises it. “To you and your new queen.”

The others pour drinks hastily and raise their glasses, too. “To you and your new queen.”

We drink, the liquor warming me on its way down.

I clear my throat. “Now, let’s talk about who we need to kill to ensure this wedding goes as smoothly as possible.” I hold up a finger. “Also, Gio, call my tailor.”

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