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Sofia’s soft fingertips trailed over my tense jaw, my sweet girl trying to soothe me. But she was the one who had suffered, not me.
I brushed a careful, featherlight kiss over each of her reddened cheeks. That fucker had hit my Sofia. He’d hurt her.
I needed to kill him all over again. More slowly this time.
“I’m okay,” she whispered, bravely reassuring us both.
I swallowed hard and shoved back my more feral nature so that I could finally manage to speak like a rational man.
“You’re safe,” I promised, cradling the back of her head in my hand so that I could cuddle her more closely to my chest. “I’ve got you, dulzura.”
“I know,” she squeaked, burying her face in my chest. “I know you’ll always come for me.”
“I should’ve been there sooner.” I couldn’t quite keep the growl from my voice. “I never should’ve let you leave my sight in the first place. When I saw that Italian bastard touch you in the club, I should’ve taken you away right then.”
She would be safely in my bed, completely unharmed and sleeping peacefully in my arms after a rough, possessive fuck so that she forgot all about that motherfucker who’d dared to flirt with her right in front of me.
Instead, she’d been attacked by a true enemy. They’d hurt her. They’d almost taken her away from me.
The fear I’d been struggling to suppress ever since I’d heard her scream threatened to rise up and strangle me like a choking vine. We’d been lucky with our timing to even discover that our women were in danger. At Adrián’s request, Stefano had called his staff when our meeting ended in order to locate Valentina. We hadn’t been concerned about their security until one of Duarte’s people reported that the women were no longer in the kitchen, their dessert abandoned.
Adrián and I were both paranoid about the women we loved, so we’d gone to find them and haul them back to the club with us, where we could keep an eye on them. Then I’d heard Sofia scream, and protective, animal fury had overtaken my entire being. I barely remembered killing the bastard who’d tried to take her from me; my memories were a blur of terror and rage, fear for her blotting out reason.
“Massimo didn’t know that we’re together.” She tried to defend the Italian, not realizing that the sound of another man’s name on her lips right now threatened to drive me back to that purely primal, murderous headspace.
I gritted my teeth and shoved down the impulse to hunt down the man who’d kissed her hand so that I could break his fingers.
Massimo wasn’t my enemy. The man who was currently confessing in the basement beneath Stefano’s knife was the one who would suffer tonight. I would have my turn soon enough. Getting answers was more important than satisfying my most savage urges right now. We had to know who had tried to kidnap the women so that we could hunt down anyone else who might’ve been involved. We would go to war if we had to. I would end anyone who threatened Sofia, and Adrián would make them scream for daring to take Valentina from him.
“I’m taking you back home,” I promised. “We’re never coming here again.”
She’d be lucky if I ever let her leave our house again, much less the country. I would chain her to our bed and never let her go. I would lock her away so that no one would ever be able to get to her. I’d pamper her and keep her drunk on so much pleasure that she wouldn’t mind living in a cage. She’d never want to leave me.
She brushed her fingers over the furrow in my brow as though she could clear it away. “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing,” I lied, not wanting to scare her with my darkly possessive thoughts.
She eyed me doubtfully, so I kissed her forehead to soothe any worries that might buzz through her mind.
“I’ve got you,” I promised again, giving her the only truth I could.
I had her, and I wouldn’t let her go. Not ever.
“I love you,” she said with the weight of a vow, reassuring me with the promise.
“I love you too, my sweet Sofia. I’ll never let anyone take you from me.”
She nodded, her eyes wide and trusting as she stared up at me with devotion that took my breath away. This perfect, stunning woman was all mine. She’d given herself to me, and I was selfish enough to keep her despite my unworthiness.
I cupped her nape and held her in place, trapping her in my careful embrace so that I could claim her lips in a fierce kiss. My mouth was a brand on hers, and she opened for me on a shuddering sigh, inviting me to take more. Offering me everything, just as I offered my whole self to her.
Sofia owned me, body and soul.
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Chapter 4
Massimo
