Page 42 of The Mafia Princess

“You can’t leave before we talk about this more.”

He raked his fingers through his hair, checked himself in the mirror, and then walked to the door. “There’s no time.”

She followed on his heels and grabbed onto his arm before he opened the door.

“Remington...”

He turned and glared down at her. “Enough. I don’t like that you’re interrogating me. Stay in the room until I get back.”

“I’m being punished? And for what?”

“I don’t like being questioned, Wife.”

“I don’t like a man that kills people, Husband.”

He growled and gripped her face in one of his hands. “I want you naked and in bed when I get back. It should be after dinner. Do you understand?”

She stood and stared at him with her chin raised.

Hell. “I’ve got to go.” He turned and left. He’d deal with this later.

Chapter Seventeen

Aryanna watched the door close and felt something in her break. She didn’t know if it was her trust, innocence, or heart, but she had a lot to think about.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door. When she answered, Beth stood with a smile until she saw her face.

Beth stepped into the room and gripped her hand. “What happened?”

Aryanna closed the door, pulled Beth over to the table, and sat. “I’m not sure how to feel about something. Remington came into the room a bit ago with blood on him. I asked if he was hurt, and he said no. I asked if the other man was dead, and he said yes. I never thought I’d be married to a murderer.”

Beth signed and squeezed her hands. “I was the same way. A minute after meeting Alastair, he shot a guy holding me in the head. His blood and brain matter was all over me.”

“Oh, my God.”

“I was terrified, to begin with, and then he did that. I thought I’d lose it.”

“Why did he kill him?” Aryanna asked.

“Because the man had kidnapped me and taken me to this room. I was struggling and crying, but the men—there had to be six or seven—stood around and looked at me like it was nothing. Alastair was pissed that the man had mistreated me.”

“You just met?”

“Yes, but Alastair would tell me later that he knew within a second when he saw me that I was his. He called it our destiny.”

“So, then he kidnapped you.”

She didn’t understand why Beth was smiling.

“I made it so hard for him. He made me shower, of course. I was gross and then wore his shirt. He made me lay in bed beside him. He promised he wouldn’t touch me, and he didn’t. Well, not until I scared him. I would wake up in the middle of the night every night and make a bed on the sofa. He’d find me gone and take me back to bed but held me against him. When I didn’t eat, he spoon-fed me himself. He was incredibly sweet.”

Aryanna’s mouth dropped open. She’d never seen any softness in the man.

Beth laughed. “I see your expression. No one believes me, but they see how he is with me in the house.”

Aryanna wanted what they had, but… “How did you get past the killing?”

“He did it to protect me, and they only kill people who are dangerous to us and others. Tell me, do you know who the man was?”

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