Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Even after being a couple for close to three weeks, I get the feeling Rosie is still struggling to believe it’s real.
At first, I thought taking things slow so she could get used to us would be best, but yesterday I realized that’s not what she needs. She needs me to claim her and show her that she’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.
And that’s why I bought a box of condoms.
Once we get home, I plan to take ownership of every inch of her body.
Rosie frowns, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I can’t read your expression. What are you thinking?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Grabbing the holder, her glasses came in, I place it in the bag with the extra set we ordered, and gripping her hand, I lead her out to the parking area.
I scan over our surroundings, making sure nothing looks out of place, and getting my woman safely into the passenger seat, I set the bag down on her lap.
I feel her eyes on me as I walk to the driver’s side, and when I slip behind the steering wheel, she asks, “What’s going on? Did you plan another surprise for me?”
“You could say so,” I answer vaguely.
Rosie pulls the glasses off her face and digs the holder out of the bag before carefully placing them in it.
“I have a massive delivery coming tomorrow,” she mentions. “I need to be at the building at eight a.m. sharp.”
“Okay.”
Because I’ve been busy with Rosie, Christiano has had Nico take over some of my work, while Hugo has stepped in as his bodyguard.
I plan to talk to my brother in the next couple of days, but I first have to run it by Rosie.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” I begin the conversation I’ve put off for long enough. “You need a new underboss.”
Rosie sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I can’t think of a single person who can replace Raffaele.”
“Not even one?” I ask, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly.
“Nope.”
“How about me?”
Rosie’s head snaps so fast in my direction she almost gives herself whiplash. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Shock flutters over her face, but then she shakes her head. “Christiano will never allow it.”
When I stop the Mustang at a red light, I lock eyes with Rosie. “I’ll be the underboss for both families. Nico has been taking over some of my workload, and he can continue with it, which will give me more time to help you.”
Rosie just stares at me with her lips parted.
“Besides, when we have children one day, our heir will take over your family’s seat in the Cosa Nostra. Until then, it’s only right that I help you protect it.”
She blinks at me for a moment, then tilts her head while a grin spreads over her face. “Our children?”
Fuck. Maybe I should’ve checked if she even wants children.
I backtrack real fucking quick and say, “That’s of course if you want kids. If not, it’s okay. I still want to help you and honestly don’t trust anyone to be your underboss.”
“I want children.” Her expression turns shy. “I just never thought I’d have them with you.”
The light turns green, and pushing down on the gas, I steer the Mustang across the intersection before placing my hand on top of hers. “So you’re good with me being your underboss?”
Rosie brushes her palm over the scars on my forearm. “I’d be honored to have you represent me.”
“Good. Then it’s settled.”
Rosie turns slightly in her seat and stares at me all the way home. By the time I park the Mustang in the designated spot, emotion trembles in the air between us.
I get out and head around the front of the vehicle to open Rosie’s door, and when she’s standing beside me, I take her hand and tug her toward the elevator.
Okay, Enzo. Don’t fuck this up.
I actually begin to feel nervous, which is an emotion I’m not well acquainted with.
When the elevator doors open on the top floor and we walk into the foyer, Rosie pulls her hand from mine and heads toward the stairs.
“I’m going to shower, and afterward, I’ll make something to eat, so don’t you dare go near the kitchen.”
“Okay.” I follow her up the stairs.
“I’m serious.”
“I’m not arguing.”
As we walk into the bedroom, she glances at me, then a frown forms on her forehead. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I take hold of her hand and pull her to the bed. “Take a seat.”
She plops down on the covers, and when I sit down beside her, she gives me a questioning look.
“I want to check with you so I don’t fuck things up.” My fingers tighten around hers. “Do you need a heads-up to prepare for sex, or do you want it to happen spontaneously?”
Her eyes go wide as saucers. “Oh, okay, I so did not expect you to say that.” Glancing away from me, she tries to hide the shy smile that forms around her mouth. “I vote for spontaneous. It’s been –”