My heart breaks for Nico.
“Nico, don’t kill him,” I yell out.
My husband steps back, chest rising and falling.
“Tie the bitch down,” he orders.
Nico walks over, scoops me up into his arms, and carries me upstairs. I can feel his anger radiating off him.
My eyes move over the space. Bodyguards secure the inside and outside of the warehouse. No one outside our circle knows where we are. Once we enter the ensuite bathroom, Nico pulls the toilet seat down and sits me down.
He flips on the shower.
“Nico, I’ve got this,” I say, peeling off my gloves and tossing them onto the floor.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he tears off his bouffant cap and bulletproof vest.
Nico glares at me as he yanks off my bouffant cap and vest. Then, muttering under his breath, he says, “I should’ve killed him.” He rips off his gloves and flicks them atop mine.
His eyes darken from warm cognac to deep mahogany. “Ettore Vero isn’t just some mafia boss. He’s a cold-blooded killer. That bastard could’ve grabbed your hand and shoved the knife into your neck,” he growls.
“What the fuck kind of mafia boss does that make me? Huh?”
Nico’s right.
“Serenity, I want you to have your revenge, but in a controlled setting. That’s why we restrain those assholes.Without it, they’d lunge for a weapon on the table and try to hurt one of us just to be taken out faster.”
Nico drops to his knees and slides his hands along my hips. “I haven’t been in your presence as much as I’d like. I finally get to see you every single day. I can’t lose you, Serenity.”
What is he talking about? He hasn’t been in my presence as much as he’d like. We’ve been together every day since I returned to town.
I bring my hand up and caress his stubbled jaw. “I was so happy to taunt him. I wanted to show him. I’m in control.”
“Fuck, baby, I know. You will. And this time he’ll be strapped down.”
“Okay,” I reply reluctantly, dropping my hand.
Nico pulls my t-shirt over my head and throws it on the floor. His hand massages the bruise forming on my chest.
He drops his hand to my stomach. “I’m trying to keep you in mommy’s belly.” Nico smirks.
“I’m probably not pregnant.”
“Humor me, Mrs. Pitucco.”
The butterflies still flutter in my stomach.
“Fine. Maybe I’m pregnant.”
The biggest smile lifts his lips.
I’m still furious Nico got me pregnant. However, I love our little boy so much.
“Before I take a nap, we should call Madden.”
“Definitely.” He removes my waist holster, boots, and socks. Next, Nico grips the waistband of my leggings and panties and pulls them down my thighs and legs.
“Nico, I’m still mad at you,” I admit.
