Page 69 of Bound to Him

I felt a weight lift from my chest, allowing me to breathe easy. “I didn’t want to believe it until I heard it from you. So, it’s all over?”

“Yeah. He put up quite a fight, I’ll say that much…”

“He did this?” I pointed at his bruised body. He shook his head.

“He did this.” He picked up his arm with the bullet graze. “It was the very first shot fired. When he realized I’d fucked him over, he just let loose.”

My heart beat faster. “Jesus! What if—”

“Shh.” He touched my chin, running his rough thumb over my bottom lip. “There's no what-ifs after a successful night like tonight.”

He looked peaceful. Tired, but happy about having ended such an evil man’s plan. I closed my mouth and focused on cleaning his cheek.

“Your brother saved me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I think we’ll be alright, me and him.”

I smiled. “Thank God.” Before long, my curiosity took over and I asked softly, “How did it happen?”

“What?”

I stopped dabbing his cheek and looked into his eyes seriously.

“How did he die?” Huxley pulled in a deep breath, contemplating how much he should tell me. “Come on, I’m the daughter of a don, I’ve seen a man die. This won’t scare me. If anything, it’ll satisfy my anger.”

The corner of his mouth lifted into a fond smile. “In that case… Tony got him first. He clipped him in the shoulder, but while we were covering from his men’s shots, he got up and ran out of the warehouse. I followed him.” I nodded, listening closely. “Outside, there was a scuffle. His men appeared and got to me.” He pointed at his ribs. “But Antonio shot Christian in the chest before he could run again.”

“Oh, okay.” I sighed happily.

“He still wasn’t dead,” Huxley chuckled, looking slightly delirious, “I sat on him, and I punched him. Over and over again, until he was gone.”

A faded memory of my very first fantasy of Huxley played through my mind.

… imagining Huxley pounding his fist into a guy, over and over again, putting him down, blood splattering all over… removing his blood-stained shirt, revealing puffed out pecs and thick, hard biceps…

Shit. My wildest fantasy actually came true, and here he was, bloodied and bruised, with his pecs truly puffed out and his biceps big and firm in front of me. He came straight back to me, and I was cleaning him up, just like I imagined that very night, alone in my room. I wondered how sore his body was, and if anyone was still awake? Could I fuck him on this kitchen table?

No, fuck Olivia. Keep it together. He’s tired.Instead, I cleared my throat and continued dabbing his cheek.

“Well, that’s super sexy.”

I couldn’t help but joke about it now. Christian was gone, sure it was a graphic and torturous death, but it was more than he deserved.

Huxley chuckled. “I’m glad you think so, baby.”

I leaned forward and kissed his lips lovingly. “I’ll always think that about you.”

He chuckled, then took my hand and stopped my cleaning process. I looked at him.

“Olivia,tesoro, I’m so happy that I could come home to you.” I smiled. “And I need you to know that even in another world, where our fathers aren’t controlling dicks, I would have chosen you.” I swallowed, watching him intently. “I would have chosen you a thousand times over, peace treaty or not. Because you are the most feisty, sexy, and lovable woman I’ve ever known.”

Tears pooled in my eyes. “Huxley, I—”

“No, wait.” He held onto the table and lowered himself down to his knee, kicking his chair to the side. He cringed slightly when his knee hit the floor but recovered quickly and took my hands. “Olivia Romano, I want to marry you, for myself. There is no other reason other than because I love you. And I will, forever. So please, say you’ll be mine?”

By now, my tears burned my cheeks as they rolled. A bubbling mess, I pushed my chair away and got to my knees in front of Huxley. “Yes, Huxley, of course, yes!”

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