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I put my hand on my stomach and let out a sigh. “Still queasy.”
His hand moves over mine. “You’ve had a hard time of it. It will get better.”
“It will?” I whisper.
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to jail for killing Doyle Kelly?”
“He’s not dead yet.”
“He’s not?”
“Nope. Would you care?”
“I’d rather you not go to jail,” I admit. He seems to like my answer because he bends down and kisses my forehead. When he pulls back, I let out a sigh and relax fractionally. I really have missed Antonio. I take in a breath and let the smell of his cologne seep into my lungs. “Will there be a war?”
“With your father or with the Kellys?”
“Either? Both? Does it matter? War is war.”
“Your brother is anxious to take over the reins and willing to work with your husband. Although I’m not sure he’s going to like the fact it will be under the DeLuca name. As for the Kellys, absolutely. Sadly, Killian is leading that, not me. I do get to make an example of their leader. I’m letting that and the fact you’re in my arms again appease me.”
“Work with my husband? But I didn’t marry Doyle Kelly and I must tell you that if you try to make me, I’ll do something drastic.”
He looks at me, his face scrunched in dislike. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You said my brother was anxious to work with my husband,” I remind him.
“Exactly.Me. You’re marrying me, Lina.”
“I…what?”
“You’re marrying me,” he repeats.
“Did I miss the part where I agreed to this?” I ask as I hear the doors to the front of the SUV open. I glance up to see Victorio in the passenger seat. I don’t look at the driver—I’m afraid to take my eyes off Antonio that long.
He wants to marry me?
“You agreed to that when you let me put my dick in you,” he reasons.
I find myself shaking my head no. “That’s not true.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, I know I’m the novice here, but I doubt very seriously you’ve married every woman you’ve slept with.”
“None of the women before you were virgins.”
“Will you keep your voice down,” I hiss.
“Why? I was the first and only man to have my dick inside you. I don’t give a damn who knows that. Hell, I’d prefer everyone knows it.”
“Well, I wouldn’t. Who I sleep with should be my own business.”
“We didn’t exactly sleep.”
“You know what I mean. That stuff is private. I don’t want other people to know.”
