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She isn’t cooking.She’s making a balm for my back.
When I finally lift my head, words burst from her.
“I don’t want you to think their appearance bothers me, and I don’t want to change the way they look.I just want to make sure they don’t hurt you anymore.”
I truly do not deserve this woman.She’s too perfect for me.
I set her phone on the counter, take her hands, and drop to one knee.
“Marry me,paperotta,” I growl.
She blinks, looks between my oozing shoulder and head a few times, pinches the back of her hand hard enough to leave a mark, and then shakes her head in exasperation.
“We’re already married,” she states.
“Sì,we are.Marry me again,” I demand.
“Why?”
“For us.Everything at our first wedding was for someone else.Let’s do it our way this time,” I say.
She swallows and blinks shimmery eyes, but by the tiny smirk she fails to hide, I expect nothing but pure mischief from her next words.
“You don’t have a ring.”
She quirks a brow.
“Why would I choose your ring?You should choose since it’ll be on your finger for the rest of your life.We’ll go together,” I say.
“I…” Her thoughts turn inward, and I recall how she told me I may have been a horrible choice, but I washerchoice.Hers.One of the first choices she could control in her adult life.I’ll never smother her light the way her father did.
“That sounds amazing.Yes.I’ll marry you again,” she says.
Joy fills me, and I pull her flush against me.
“Mine,” I snarl.
When I cup the back of her head and lean down, she rises onto tiptoe and meets my lips with eagerness.I unleash my hunger and devour her mouth.
She’s mine.My wife.Mia paperotta.My redemption.
My life.
Chapter 19
Valentina Luciano
I wipe my sweaty palmson my jeans as Mario pulls the car up to the valet.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t have worn something fancier?”I ask.
“We don’t need to impress anyone.We’re here for us,paperotta,” Mario says as he shifts into park.
