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“I know.” And the underboss, but I’m not worried about House Parisi at the moment. There’s time for that. “I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me what to do with his body.”
“Ivan,” she whispers. “Dante killed him. The Russians will decimate my father’s house. Me…”
“Not a chance.” I kiss her hand. “Never, my queen,” I mutter, as I slip her rings back onto her finger. “He won’t dare touch my wife.”
“You.” She clears her throat. “You touch me. Hold me. Please.”
“We’ll let you rest, sister.” Riordan winks at her. We rarely usein-law. Once you’re married into the family, youarefamily.
Riordan leaves, and I prepare to just sit and take care of my wife. The wife who brought me back to life, dragged me out of the cold, harsh grave I buried myself in. And now, I can’t wait to spend every minute giving this woman everything she wants, because she’s given me everything I need.
“Do you really love me? Do you really want to stay married to me?” I ask to be sure. “You’ve seen more of me than anyone. You understand the man I am more than Norah ever would have understood me. You’re better for me,” I assure her. “If you don’t want to stay married to me, I’ll understand.”
“You’re not getting rid of me so easily this time.” She licks her lips, and I kiss her. “You’re the first person to see the real me, too. To treat me with respect and appreciate me for who I am.”
“That wasn’t very hard. From the moment we were in the same room, I felt your power.” I squeeze her hand. “I wanted to be inside it,” I whisper.
“You can be inside me all you want now.”
“We can’t have sex for six weeks.”
“That’s nothing.” She grabs me, and we’re tangled in the hospital bed. “We have forever.”
“Aye, bella. Forever.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Isabella—Four Months Later
Icheckeverynookand cranny for construction dust. The general contractor promised me there wouldn’t be any. This is an older house, and I’m always worried about mold and asbestos, which he also assured me there was none.
Still, I can’t be too careful. Not after what happened the first time.
Kieran lets me steer him along the hallway while wearing a blindfold. It’s the red satin mask he bought me for when we play our games.
On the third floor…
That was phase one. A playroom.
“Are we still in Astoria, bella?” he mocks because I’ve taken him past what was our bedroom.
In my house. Kieran added me to the deed. And he gave me that helicopter, too, as a belated wedding present.
And…
“Come on, Peaches,” I say to the dog Kieran brought home for me when Sam went to Italy for a semester abroad.
The dog turned out to be a great watchdog. The guards have been training her. To me? She’s an angel, sleeping at the foot of our bed every night.
“And you be patient, husband.” I slide my hands up and down his arms. The feel of his suits always excites me because he often leaves it on when he’s inside me during our afternoon trysts. Not much has changed in four months. We still can’t keep our hands off each other.
“Here.” I open the door, and the smell of fresh paint on all the heavy wood trim and decorative wainscoting below the chair rail comforts me.
Smells trigger me now after my week in hell. I need fresh and clean everywhere.
“Can I see?” Kieran asks, his nostrils flaring.
“Aye, husband.”
