Page 149 of His Enforcer

All of it. And I’m dreading the repercussions.

“What do you mean?” Luca asks as he gets settled in bed. “When?”

“They arrive tomorrow.”

“Shit. They’re going to see me like this.”

“That’s the point. They want to seeyou. They’re worried.”

“Did you call them?”

“I didn’t think to. Anthony did.”

“Of course he did. Asshole.”

“He cares.”

“Yeah, but fuck, my aunt is going to cry, and I hate it when she does that.”

He peers over at me, and I can’t help but smile. “If anyone shouldbe freaking out about them arriving, it’s me.”

“Why the fuck should you be freaking out?” Luca grumbles as I help him rearrange his pillows so he’s comfortable.

“Because I’m meeting your family. What if they don’t like me?”

Luca huffs. “They already love you. Stop being dramatic. Plus, we’re already married.” He looks so smug right now, and I wish I could punch him, but I wouldn’t dare. Not with how injured he is. Right now, I just want him to get better, stay hydrated and rest. In a few weeks, I can touch him again. For the time being, I’m going to behave. “What the fuck are they gonna say? They can’t object now. It’s too late.”

“You’re such a dick,” I murmur.

“Yeah, and you married me anyway.”

I roll my eyes but shift closer to him, wanting to be connected at as many points as I can. I can’t wait until he’s healed and I can run my hands across his skin.

“I didn’t actually say yes, but I haven’t divorced you yet either, so I guess that’s a win in your favor.”

“You won’t divorce me. You’re too in love with me to do that.”

I snort and our eyes meet, my body warming at his intense glare.

“I never said I was in love with you,” I reply, my voice a whisper.

“Yeah, but I know you are. So admit it, kitten.”

“Hell no. You first.” I purse my lips and huff in annoyance. “How about you submit for once, Luca?”

“Never. That’s all you, baby.”

We’re silent a moment, the tips of our fingers skimming each other’s until I finally exhale.

“Fine. I may love you. A little.”

Luca’s grin widens and he bites his bottom lip. “That so, pretty boy? Well, that’s good because I love you too. And don’t ever think of divorcing me. This is it, Vik. You and me.”

His fingers caress mine and fireworks shoot across my skin.

“Yeah, seems so.” I lean forward and kiss him gently. I hover overhim for a minute, our noses brushing, our breath mingling. “Seems I’m stuck with you.”

“Yeah, you fucking are.”

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