Page 75 of His Tesoro

Igroaned, pushing away from my desk. I’d been in my office all fucking day, making plans for our decoy shipments with Romeo and Domenico. We would tell our soldiers about our plan to drive additional weapons into the city from our northern warehouse to make up for the lost shipment, but each group would be told one of five different routes. We would track which route was intercepted by the Albanians, showing us which men to question.

We were still working to finalize our plans, but it had been hours since I said goodbye to Sofiya this morning. The slow-growing obsession I had with my wife had accelerated like wildfire after being inside her. I needed to touch her, hold her, confirm she was safe.

I’d abruptly announced to Domenico and Romeo that we were done for the day—citing dinner as an excuse—and kicked them out of my office. Excitement strummed through me at the thought of spending the evening with Sofiya as I gathered up the large gift bag and headed upstairs to our apartment. I came to a sudden stop when I saw her in the kitchen with three of my men. Angelo, Enzo, and Romeo were all crowded around the kitchen island while Sofiya sat on the seat of her rollator, a pretty smile on her face.

I. Saw. Red.

That smile was only for me, and now she was using it up on other men.

Angelo caught sight of me first and immediately straightened up, his eyes widening. “Boss.”

Enzo jolted to a standing position, looking guilty as hell, but Romeo stayed leaning over the countertop as he gave me a shit-eating grin. The only one who didn’t seem to sense my murderous rage was Sofiya, who moved to get up.

I let out an annoyed huff. I should be the one walking to her, especially after her day yesterday. She’d managed to stand by the time I crossed the room, and my arms were immediately around her. I wanted to scold her for not waiting for me, but first I had three men to murder.

I kept Sofiya in my arms as I turned to face them.

“Why are you in my house?” I asked, my voice ice cold.

“The lovely Sofiya invited us,” Romeo said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. I didn’t know what the fucker was doing here. He’d left my office just minutes before I did.

“I’m trying out new cookie recipes and I invited them in to be my taste-testers,” Sofiya said.

I looked down at my beautiful wife. Her hair was braided in a crown around her head, and her eyes were bright and happy.

Killing three men in our kitchen probably would make her unhappy.

I cast my gaze over the counters, which were perfectly clean, with no baked goods in sight. “And where are these cookies?” I asked, making sure to inject my voice with warmth even as I scowled at my men over the top of her head.

“Oh,” she said, her eyes shining with sadness. I cupped her face, ready to eliminate whoever, whatever was upsetting her. “I’m afraid we ate them all.”

I closed my eyes and breathed through my rage. These bastards came into my home, spent time with my wife, and now they ate all of my cookies? My hand twitched towards the gun tucked in my waistband.

“Just kidding!” Sofiya said with a giggle. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

My eyes popped open. “Do you think that’s funny, tesoro?”

“Just a little bit,” she said.

My hand moved down her body and I almost cupped her hot little pussy until I remembered my men were still here. “Leave,” I barked at them. Enzo and Angelo looked relieved to get out of here, but Romeo grinned as he walked towards us and pressed a kiss to the top of Sofiya’s head. I growled, trying to figure out how to kill him without injuring my wife.

“Thanks for sharing your sweetness with us today,” he said before sauntering towards the door.

“Thanks for your help,” she called out. “Tomorrow we’ll have to try some cake recipes.”

The door closed, leaving us alone.

I lifted Sofiya onto the kitchen island. “They’re here to guard you, not eat cookies.” I kept my arms around her. “And if you need a taste-tester, you have me.”

“But you’re at work,” she said, trailing her fingers down the side of my face.

I scowled, hating the reminder that anything could pull me away from her. My hands flexed on her hips. “I’ll work from the kitchen when you need a taste-tester.”

Sofiya smiled but then it fell, making me feel like the world had gone dark.

“You’re sweet.” She kissed my jaw, and I decided in that moment I might not mind being called sweet by my wife. “But I know you can’t always be here.”

“Those men are here to protect you, tesoro. They’re not supposed to be taking advantage of you.”

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