Page 27 of Marrying the Underboss

“Thanks, Nico.” Kane shakes his hand. “I’ll be in touch soon. We’ll be needing something for my wife.”

Nico’s eyes widen when he looks at me. “Congratulations, sir.”

Kane smiles at me sweetly, but his expression changes when he looks back at Nico to give him a curt nod.

“Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Rossi.” Nico gets back into his Lexus and leaves.

The transaction is seamless and lasts less than a minute. This is the side of Kane I remember, the business side.

When we arrive home, I’m only half awake. Kane promises to get our bags tomorrow and carries me into the house instead. After resetting the alarm, he carries me up the stairs to our bedroom and puts me on the bed.

“You didn’t have to do all that. I could have walked,” I mumble.

“Yes, I did. You’re my wife.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head as I try to get up. “I need a hot shower, then I’m crawling back into bed.”

“Your wish is my command, Angel. Sit tight.” He walks into the bathroom and turns the shower on to heat the water.

While he does, I walk to his closet, open the door, and walk in. I don’t know why I do it. I guess I want to snoop through my husband’s things. When I turn the light on, I’m shocked to find all my things from my old apartment filling half of his huge walk-in closet. There’s also a whole collection of beautiful designer clothes, all in my size. In the built-in drawers, I find fancy and everyday panties and bras. It’s like someone went out and bought everything I could ever need and more. Don’t get me started on purses and shoes.

“I thought I told you to sit tight,” Kane grumbles, putting his arms around me from behind and kissing below my ear.

“I got nosy.”

“I can see that,” he chuckles.

Turning around in his arms, I look up at him. “What is all of this?”

“You’re my woman now. I want to take care of you and give you everything and anything you could ever want.”

“Thank you, but where did it all come from?”

“I got in contact with my stylist–”

“Hold up. You have a stylist?” I ask in disbelief.

He ignores me when I start to laugh and continues on. “I found some things I liked online that I thought you’d look good in, so I sent them to him. Then I sent him a few pictures of you. He took your measurements from the clothes in your closet, and I told him to go crazy.”

“Kane, you didn’t have to do that.”

Leaning down, he grabs my ass and pulls me up, then turns around and walks out of our closet. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me into the bathroom and then sets me down.

“Angel, there are many things I’ll do for you for the rest of our lives to show you how much I love and treasure you. It would be best if you came to terms with it now. If you don’t like it, please tell me. Otherwise, kindly shut up, wife.”

My mouth pops open in shock, and then I start laughing. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Let me spoil you, Jennifer.”

The way he’s looking at me right now, I couldn’t say no, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. Who would say no to being spoiled for the rest of their lives? My dad used to spoil me when I lived with him, but when I moved out, I swore I’d make it on my own, living off my teacher’s salary.

Kane undresses me, then himself, then follows me into the shower. We take turns washing each other, then rinse off and get out. We quickly dry off and get into bed. We don’t bother putting clothes on, there’s no point since they’ll be in the way atsome point during the night. We figured that out rather quickly after we were married. I fall asleep immediately in my husband’s protective, solid arms. It’s unbelievable how fast things can change.

Dad insistedon seeing me as soon as we flew in, but Kane told him we’d come by in the morning. We’re on the way to his house and I’m an anxious mess.

Kane grabs my hand and laces his fingers through mine. “Are you nervous?” He asks.

I nod my head. “What if this all goes wrong and he doesn’t accept us?”

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