Page 30 of A Mafia Christmas

“Sweetheart, you’re not getting it. I’m not leaving your side.”

Beth shook her head. “Oh, don’t do that, Alastair. You already look like you need to sleep for a week.”

“That’s what we’ll do when we get home. I’ll have food brought up, but I want—no,need—to have you to myself.”

“I’d like that.”

This is what he’d been thinking about ever since she was gone. He needed to do anything and everything to strengthen their bond. He just hoped it could get back to what it was before his fuck up, but he’d take anything.

Chapter Thirteen

Beth couldn’t help but shake as they pulled up to the house. Alastair squeezed her hand.

“Love, don’t worry. Everyone is excited to see you. I’ll let you talk for a moment, but then we go up for a nap. The kind where you actually sleep.”

She grinned. “Let’s go.”

She lost count of how many people greeted her. She hadn’t realized that people really cared.

Beth jumped, and Alastair growled when the three women, Faith, Hope, and Angel, screamed and then ran to them.

Alastair moved in front of her. “Girls. She’s very tired, so I just want you to say hi, and then we’re going up to our room.”

Alastair moved behind her but kept an arm around her waist.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” Faith said. “We missed you so much.”

The girls all talked and hugged her.

“How about a movie later? We’ll call it Girls’ Night,” Beth said. She felt Alastair tense but ignored him.

“She’ll come and find you,” Alastair said before he took her hand and led her up to their suite.

They stopped at their bedroom door.

“Wait. I’d like to see Angus,” Beth said.

Alastair nodded, but she could tell he didn’t want to.

She knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Angus yelled.

Beth opened the door and smiled brightly.

“There’s my girl,” Angus said. “Come give me a hug.”

Beth rushed to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” Angus said.

“I’m glad to be home.”

“I’m taking her in for a nap. She’ll see you later,” Alastair said.

Beth glanced between them. “Angus, if I can forgive him, you can too. I don’t want discord between the two of you. Please.”

Angus grumbled and then looked at Alastair. “Fine, I’ll forgive him, but I’m telling you now,” he said, pointing at Alastair. “If you do that shit again, I’ll put a bullet in his head.”

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