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“I think we ruined my jacket,” he pants in my ear as he slithers out from under my arms.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter drowsily. I’m suddenly so tired that I feel boneless. I frown a little as the cool breeze tickles over my thighs.

“Come on,” he says to me, his voice sounding almost fond.

I feel myself lifted up as though I weigh nothing, and I let my head fall against his shoulder. I allow myself to slip away into sleep as the gentle motion of his steps rocks me back and forth.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Antonio

I pulled out of her, kissing her softly. She is gasping for air and covered with beads of sweat when I roll out from underneath her cuffed hands and fall to the side.

I inhale, looking up to the sky.

“I think—I think I am in love with you,” I say slowly as the realization dawns on me.

I lie in silence, waiting for her response. When none comes, I turn to see her sleeping soundly.

She is curled up in a little ball, frowning a little.

I stare at her as she sleeps.

“I don’t deserve to love you, do I?”

I lower my face and press my lips against her forehead before I get up. I adjust her dress and pick her up.

She is sleeping so soundly that she only stirs slightly when I pull her into my arms. I carry her inside, and just as I am coming through the door, I hear my brother’s voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

I turn to see Donatello staring at me in shock. He’s wearing a bathrobe, and he has a lit cigarette in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I snap.

“I should be asking you that. Why are you out this late? It’s past midnight, and why is she in handcuffs?”

She mutters something in her sleep.

“Shh, you’ll wake her up,” I whisper fiercely.

“I cannot believe this!” Donatello hisses, following behind me as I take her up the stairs.

“Do you mind?” I ask him as we get to her door.

“What?”

“I want to put her to bed.”

His eyes widen in irritation. “Brother, she is not a child. She is perfectly capable of walking into her room and to her bed.”

My glare silences him, and he watches in shock as the guards open the door to her room.

I put her to bed, but not before unhooking the handcuffs and taking off her damp clothing. I fight to tear my eyes off her perfect figure as I pull the covers over her.

“Don’t go,” she calls softly as I start to step away.

I stop and chuckle because her eyes are still shut. “You want me to stay, huh?” I ask.

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