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But first, I needed to make sure our wedding tomorrow would happen without any interruptions—from her family or the Morettis, it didn’t matter; I needed her by my side, married, our union unbreakable, so I could focus on what I had to do next.
“Hey,” Sophie called out softly, her eyes on me. “You okay?”
I forced a smile, not wanting her to worry about anything. “Yeah.”
She nodded, but I could see by the line between her eyebrows she wasn’t buying it.
It took another ten minutes spent in silence until the jet had landed and taxied to our parking position, where Cristo was already waiting for us with an escort, not unlike the first time I touched down on Calabrian soil.
I unfastened my seatbelt, grabbed Sophie, dragged her to the leading vehicle, then helped her into the passenger seat and took the wheel. “Get the family home safe,” I ordered Cristo before I took off without a look back.
I could feel Sophie’s eyes on me the whole time. She knew something was bothering me; she’d just waited until I was ready to talk.
I squeezed her hand, then kissed her palm.
“What’s going on?” she asked, her green eyes searching mine for the truth.
“I can’t wait to be married,” I lied, but only partly.
She chuckled. “Me, too, but that’s not what’s bothering you. Talk to me. Was it something my dad said?”
I shook my head. “Our honeymoon. What if we changed our plans? Instead of Aruba, why don’t we go to Malta?”
“Malta?” She raised an eyebrow, curiosity dancing in her gaze.
“Beautiful beaches, rich history…” I trailed off, not wanting to reveal my ulterior motive. “It’s a perfect romantic getaway. And besides—”
“Alessio is there, and you’re worrying about him.” Sophie bit her lip. “Am I close?”
I should’ve known my woman was smart, and I should start trusting her.
“He might be in danger.”
She mulled over the idea and then nodded. “Alright, let’s do it. Malta it is. Under one condition.”
I narrowed my eyes. “We’re not even married, and you’re already bargaining with me?”
She chuckled. “I’m not bargaining. I’m demanding, now that I’m your queen.”
Her sassiness made me grin. “Tell me your condition, and I’ll tell you mine.”
“Fiona is coming with us.”
I needed a couple of seconds until it sunk in. “You want your cousin Fiona to come with us on our honeymoon?”
She nodded.
“Is this some kind of threesome situation you want to tell me about?”
She laughed. “No, future husband. This is a kind of ‘my cousin and best friend is mildly depressed and/or traumatized and I want to keep an eye on her’ situation. If I wanted a threesome, Alessandro would do.”
Fuck me.
I knew she was a menace—a sassy brat who would probably lead me to an early grave.
But fuck, it was probably worth it.
I grinned. And I could always punish her later.
