Page 68 of The Fall of Sin (The Sins of Saint 2)

“I love you too.”

It took all my self-control to tear my lips from hers and to not rip her clothes off like a savage and fuck her like I could engrave my name on her soul with my cock.

“I’m taking you to New York. It’s not safe here.”

Her radiant eyes studied me questioningly. “Raphael is dead, Saint. He can’t hurt me anymore.”

“But my father is still here. I told you. He might have saved your life, but it will come with a price. I won’t chance your safety or that of our unborn child.”

She cupped my cheek with her soft palm, staring up at me as if I was her light in the dark. But it was the other way around. She was the light that tamed my darkness; the sun that conquered the night and all the shadows that lurked within it.

“You are my life now, Mila.” I brushed a thumb down her tempting bottom lip. “Everything I do from now on is for you and our family. Understand?”

Her smile was warm and genuine, beautiful and pure. “I understand.”

“Good. Now,” I stepped back, “you need to rest.”

“I need to ask you something.” She bit the corner of her bottom lip. “Raphael. He said he approached you with an offer, so you could buy his shares. But you refused. Why?”

“Mila, I told you, I can’t discuss business with you.”

“I know that. I don’t need details. I just…I don’t understand why you’d refuse his offer when you’ve been so determined to keep your dad from getting his hands on the shares.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. The fact that her brother was a sick motherfucker who needed money to pay his way into the human trafficking scene wasn’t something she needed to know.

“I had my reasons for not wanting to do business with your brother, Mila.”

She frowned. “Will you ever tell me?”

“That’s highly unlikely. Now, get some rest.”

“Fine.” She huffed. “Any news on Elena?” Her emerald eyes conveyed her worry.

“She’s going to be fine. All you have to worry about is taking care of yourself and my son.”

“Son?”

“Yes.” I smiled and pulled back the bedsheets. “My son.”

She got onto the bed with an amused grin on her face. “And what if it’s a girl?”

I leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Then I’m going to have a lot of blood on my hands for many years to come.”

Her laughter filled my chest with warmth, my heart fuller than it had ever been in my life. I was living proof there was nothing love could not touch.

“Now. Rest.”

“Yes, sir.”

I reached for the doorknob. “Remember those two words when I join you in bed later tonight.”

I closed the door behind me and walked straight to my office where James had been waiting for me as I had instructed him to.

James stood from his seat and straightened his suit jacket. “Everything has been arranged for our trip to New York.”

“Excellent.” I poured myself a glass of bourbon from the crystal decanter. “Any word from my father?”

“No. Not a word.”

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