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I opened and closed my mouth in shock. What? How? Was he insane? What about his uncle? My papi? They would kill him.
His smile wavered as I still stood frozen to the floor, unable to talk. I wanted to marry him more than anything in the world. But this was impossible…
“Cami? I know what you are thinking. That this is not going to work, that there are too many obstacles in our way. But do you trust me?” he spoke slowly, every word causing my raging heart to calm slightly. I nodded.
“Then trust this. Marry me. Please?”
As I stared down at his handsome face, I couldn’t refuse him. I didn’t want to. “Si. Lo sposerò te.”
His face bloomed like a flower in spring as he jumped to his feet and scooped me up in his arms, before kissing my lips repeatedly, causing me to giggle against his beard. He opened the box as he stepped back and I saw the most perfect, elegant diamond ring. It was exactly to my taste. I gasped as he took it out of the box and held it up to me. “Do you like it?”
Tears were rolling down my face now, as I had never felt happiness like this. “It is stunning.”
He took my hand and placed the ring on my wedding finger and I couldn’t stop staring. “I can’t believe it,” I whispered through my tears of joy.
“No going back! You said yes now!” He chuckled, pulling me down onto his lap as he cracked open the bottle of champagne. I grabbed his face in both my hands and kissed him passionately as he put the bottle down and wrapped his strong arms around me.
“But how? The alliance…” I started, but he shook his head.
“This is all that matters right now. Me and you. We will tell them the truth. If they refuse to accept it, we will run. Go live on a desert island somewhere, drinking from coconuts and fucking like rabbits,” he grinned.
“Can we do that anyway?” I giggled.
“We will do anything you want, princess.”
I smiled down at him again as my heart nearly exploded in my chest. True love. I had always dreamed of it but never thought I would be lucky enough to experience it. My god, it was worth it all.
No More Secrets
Giovanni
Ishould get shot more often. The women in my life know how to look after me. But one woman in particular is doing a fucking ace job at it. Admiring my girl’s beauty from my position on the king-sized bed, Liv propped up my pillow behind my head.
“So, this is the plan, Gio. You must take it easy. At least three hours of down time a day, the doctor said. Just because you are home, you can’t go full speed ahead into underboss mode again. You still need to rest,” she lectured me and I grinned like a Cheshire cat at how much she cared.
“Three hours a day in this bed with you? My pleasure.”
She stood up, folding her arms across her chest with a disapproving smile. “No. Three hours alone. To sleep or just chill.”
I frowned, shaking my head. “That just won’t work. I will only come looking for you.”
She rolled her eyes, but I held her gaze to show her even though I was in a playful mood, I was being deadly serious. I wanted her around me all the time. I'm not sure I will ever get any work done again.
“You are impossible.” She wandered over to my dressing room and started pulling out all her clothes from the suitcase and folding them into neat piles on the floor. I watched her with a triumphant grin plastered on my face. She was here. With me. Moving her things into my room. Nothing had ever felt so right.
“Are you really sure about this? I can stay in one of the guest rooms,” she glanced over to me from her knees on the carpeted walk-in and I frowned.
“Why the hell would you stay in a guest room?”
“Because it is so fast. Living together! We are literally going from a few days in France to breaking up to moving in in the space of ten days. What if we get sick of each other,” she said seriously, but I could see the amusement behind her eyes. She knew that would never happen.
“When you know, you know,” I smiled and she beamed back at me, shaking her head before she went back to organising her clothes.
“I will send some of my men to collect the rest of your things from Giulia’s later.”
She scanned the small piles of clothes, toiletries and make-up in front of her and shook her head. “No need. This is everything I own.”
My eyebrows furrowed with confusion. She can’t be serious. I pointed to her belongings that would barely take up one drawer in my wardrobe. “That…is all you own?”
