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Ten fucking men? Mother fucker wants a war, does he? I’ll fucking kill them all. The Italiansand I have a truce for now, but they did have a truce with the Irish, according to my sources. I doubt they would help them, so I’m not worried about that.

“I won’t let them take another one of my men. They’ve already taken too much from me. I want a massacre.” The anger in my voice seething.

No more tears will stain my face. The only liquid I want pouring down my face is the blood of those pigs. I want them dead. Enough is enough.

It was hours before I came back to the house. It’s three in the morning now. I thought I would find Reyna in bed but she’s not in our bedroom, yet her phone is on the nightstand. I run down the hall and she’s not in Prince’s room. Where the fuck is my wife?

“Kyro?” I hear Reyna’s voice from the top of the stairs and my heart calms.

I look up to see her in one of my shirts and her lacy panties. I’m still wound up about this shit with the Irish. I ran up the stairs and pulled Reyna into my arms. “Fuck, you scared me,” I growl.

“What happened?” She gasps.

“I don’t want to talk.” Her eyes widen as she hears the anger in my voice.

Her eyes soften, she inhaled and then exhales, “Do you want to go to sleep?”

“No.” My response is short. I don’t want to think, and I have no chance of sleeping with the mood I’m in right now.

I let go of her and begin to walk down the stairs, “I’m going to work out at our gym and then come to bed.”

Reyna follows me down the steps, “I’ll come along.”

I raise a brow, “You want to work out?”

“No, but I want to watch my hot husband work out in front of me.” A shameless smile creeps onto her face.

As Reyna walks in front of me, she makes sure to pull up and tie the shirt she has on so I can get a good look at her ass.

The gym room is cold, and I can see Reyna struggling to walk inside. It causes me to snort a laugh. I take off my constricting shirt and strip into my boxer briefs. Reyna sits across from me sitting on the seat of another machine. She smiles as she watches me lift weights. She looks adorable in my shirt. It’s far too large for her. She has concealed her entire body in my shirt with her head resting on her knees.

“Reyna…” I softly say to myself.

I hope she doesn’t fall asleep and falls out of her seat. Her head abruptly lifts, and she glances at me with a subtle smile.

“Come here,” I demand, lowering the weights back and gazing as my wife races over to me. She sits on my lap, facing me. Her legs dangle as she can’t reach the floor. I grasp the sides of her thighs, harshly dragging her closer to me.

Reyna leans in and captures my lips. She didn’t waste any time. “Fuck the weights, take out all your aggression on me.” She whispers in between kisses.

Her body is on fire right now, despite the chilly air around us. I pull on her hair, making her head lean back, giving me access to her pretty neck. I nip and bite, causing her sweet moans to fall from her mouth. I move my free hand down her panties and push two fingers inside her. Her wetness makes it easy for me to slide them even deeper inside.

“You’re fingers…” she moans.

I revel in her undoing. Her body is incredibly responsive to just my fingers. The look on her face is filled with ecstasy. Her eyes closing ever so slowly.

Reyna begins to ride my fingers. “Fuck, it feels so good. You fucking bastard.”

“I’m the bastard and you’re the dirty slut who rides her husband’s fingers. My fingers are soaked already. Your pussy is always slick for me. Me andmeonly. Your voice, your body, even the cum you produce, is all mine.”

“All yours.” She cries as I let go of her hair. Reyna decides to grab my hair. “But make no mistake, you aremine. Every fucking inch of you belongs to me. Starting with your hard cock.”

“Zhena, my little monster. I know I belong to you. There’s never been a question about it. My cock only gets hard for you. The only pussy I want to be inside is yours, and the only lips I long to kiss are yours. You own the entirety of my existence.” I withdraw my fingers and she gasps.

Her grip on my hair loosens. Her arms are wrapped around my neck and her sweet tongue plunges into my mouth. As Reyna gives me all of her pent-up energy.

“Off,” I order.

She pulls away, confused, and gets off.

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