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He leans up slightly and captures my mouth once more, making me swoon at the intimacy of it, and when we finally part, I lie next to him, realizing that I’m a lucky man.

Married to a possessive, overbearing asshole.

But he’s mine, nonetheless.

“Oh, I have something else for you,” he says, reaching over and grabbing something from the end table drawer.

I stare at the red rose in his hand and feel my eyes sting.

“Fuck you, Luca,” I whisper as I take it from him.

“To new beginnings.”

“Yes.”

21

VIKTOR

“Why are you fidgeting?” Luca asks, and I stare down at him.

“I’m meeting your fucking family, Luca. I’m nervous.”

He scoffs. “You have nothing to be nervous about. They’ll love you. Already do, in fact. Annoying, but I get it.”

I sigh, and he lets out a small laugh.

“Fuck off.”

“I’ll fuck you when I’m better,” he retorts, and I roll my eyes.

He’s in his wheelchair, the IV bag still attached to his arm. He didn’t want to see them like this, but I insisted he stay seated. He needs to rest. His aunt and uncle have seen him at his worst. Seeing him slightly incapacitated right now won’t affect how they feel about him.

I hear the crunch of tires and my heart rate accelerates. I can feel the thrum in my ears as my skin starts to sweat.

“Breathe,” he whispers as a woman and man step from the car.They’re older, with graying hair and wrinkles lining their skin, but they still stand proud.

You can tell from the look in their eyes that they’re survivors too. From what, I don’t know, but still… They’ve been through a lot.

“Look at you!” Lyla croons, moving toward Luca and touching the top of his head gently. “You look wonderful.”

“I look like shit. Don’t fucking lie.”

Lyla’s lips turn down and she sighs loudly just as Stephano moves up behind her.

“He does look like shit, Lyla. No need to sugarcoat the truth.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, and their eyes turn toward me all at once.

“Oh, you must be Viktor. No wonder Luca is in love with you. Look at how handsome he is, Stephano. All that hair. Just glorious.”

Luca grumbles under his breath, and I feel my cheeks heat. No one has ever mentioned my hair before. Except Luca. I still haven’t cut it. He likes it longer. Likes to grab it.

Luca wheels his chair a little closer to me, knocking me in the legs and piping up, “I’d rather you not make his head any bigger than it is. Dealing with him right now is insufferable.”

I glower down at him. “Fuck off. My head is just the right size.”

Luca pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and peers up at me.

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