Page 92 of His Tesoro

“Did you find out any useful information?” I asked as we got on the road.

“I certainly found out a lot of useless information,” he said.

My heart twisted slightly at his non-answer. He was letting me in more, showing his care for me, but he still didn’t trust me fully with Family business. Just then, his lips brushed against my forehead, and I told myself it didn’t matter. I would take whatever pieces he was ready to offer because I loved him.

I loved him.

The realization that I had fallen in love with my husband crashed over me in a riot of emotion. I’d fallen in love with Matteo bit by bit, my heart expanding with every kindness he showed me, with every time he let me glimpse the real him.

I wasn’t sure if Matteo would ever, could ever, love me. He’d locked his heart away after his parents’ murder and I had to accept he might never unlock it. But as I curled into his side, feeling content and safe and accepted, I knew I’d been given more than I could ever ask for.

48

SOFIYA

“Ineed to feed you,” Matteo said, trailing his fingers down my arm. The car was dark as we headed home. “Do you want to order something when we get back?”

A sign on the interstate made me gasp as I pointed at it. “Oh my gosh. Can we go to Sonic? Mila and I used to see ads for it on TV.”

“What’s Sonic?” Romeo asked.

“It’s a drive-in. So you eat in your car,” I said, bouncing excitedly. “It seems so fun.”

Matteo ran his hand over his face. “Tesoro, please, I beg you. Let me spend more than a couple of dollars on a meal for you.”

I leaned forward to kiss his prickly cheek. “This will probably cost more than the hot dog.”

He grumbled, but didn’t stop Romeo from taking the exit. A few minutes later, we pulled into the restaurant and parked by an illuminated menu. Matteo was closer, so I unbuckled and crawled over him to get a better look. His hand rested on my ass, giving it a hard squeeze, and I smacked his shoulder.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“A table to eat at,” Matteo said.

I grin. “I will order for you, then. Romeo, Angelo—do you know what you want?”

“Oh, yes,” Angelo said. “This is so much better than some pretentious party food.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Romeo rolled down the window for me and I placed our order, making sure to get enough milkshakes for all of us, even though the guys insisted they didn’t need dessert. Silly Mafia men. I also got a plain burger for Noodle. He had been such a good boy at the party. Just having him around made me feel more settled.

“You happy?” Matteo asked once we had our food.

“Yes.” I leaned into his side as I dropped my voice. “And this means that we won’t have anything else we need to do when we get home.”

A small smirk tugged at his lips. “You devious, naughty girl.”

Matteo carried me out of the elevator, his body practically buzzing with energy. Enzo took his post outside our door, and I gave him a little wave as we charged past him. Angelo had offered to take care of Noodle’s evening routine, so my husband and I were free to head straight for our room.

Matteo laid me down on the mattress, bracketing me with his arms as he leaned over me. “I have an idea for something I’d like to try.” His voice was low and sultry, sending a shiver through me.

“What’s that?”

His lips parted, and then he hesitated for a moment. This caught my attention—it was so rare for my husband to second-guess anything.

“I used to be a member of a club when I was younger. A BDSM club,” he clarified.

My heart sped up.

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