Page 84 of His Tesoro

“I need you to fuck me, husband.”

I gripped her chin, turning her face toward me. Her pupils were wide, lips parted.

A slow grin spread across my face. My little wife was turned on by my actions.

“Hold on, tesoro. I’m going to make sure you feel me for the rest of the day. And the moment the feel of my cock fades from your pretty little cunt, I’ll be back inside you. You will never doubt who you belong to.”

“Yes,” she gasped as I thrust inside her, hard.

45

MATTEO

“This has gone on too fucking long,” I said, tossing back the whiskey Romeo had poured for me. “We need to find the traitor.”

Franco still hadn’t been able to track down Arben. We’d been out all night chasing down leads after a report that he had been spotted in Brooklyn, but had come up empty. And then I’d spent all morning in the office, sorting through encrypted emails.

I breathed through the rage burning under my skin. Someone in the Family was betraying me and making me look like a fool in the process.

“Fuck, I know, fratello,” Romeo said, resting his face in his hands.

“Someone has to be helping him hide. There’s no way that idiot is doing all of this on his own.”

“You still suspect the Irish?”

“Franco’s been watching Finnegan, but hasn’t found anything. I was thinking about arranging a call with him, or even a meeting. Try to feel him out.”

Romeo looked skeptical. “Could be dangerous if they are in an alliance with the Albanians.”

I nodded and poured myself another drink. “I won’t do it until we’re out of other ideas. But it might come to it.”

“You know Lombardi is throwing an engagement party for his daughter tomorrow. All the capos will be there.”

“Fuck, I forgot about that.”

“I think you should go. See if anyone is acting suspiciously. With enough alcohol, someone might slip and give something away. It’s also a good chance for you and Sofiya to appear together, to show you have a strong marriage.”

I groaned. I’d kept Sofiya hidden from the Family for too long. I wanted to show her off, wanted everyone to know how goddamn lucky I was to have her as my wife, but I also wanted to keep her to myself. It was the only way to protect her, and to keep men from looking at her. But Romeo was right.

“Organize it,” I said. “I want extra guards.”

Noodle padded into the kitchen, tail wagging, and Sofiya rounded the corner behind him in her wheelchair, looking deliciously rumpled. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. Her face was free of makeup and her hair was a little messy, but she looked well rested. I’d been forced to leave her yesterday evening to chase down leads all around the city and had only seen her for a minute when I returned this morning. She’d been so exhausted I’d made her stay in bed instead of coming to the office with me. She hadn’t been happy about it, and I hadn’t either. Being apart from her was painful, but I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize her health.

“Good afternoon, tesoro. How’re you feeling?”

She was wearing leggings and a sweater, and I had the urge to buy a sweatshirt for myself just so she could steal it. The possessive beast in my chest wanted her in my clothes.

“Better,” she said with a soft smile as she entered the kitchen. “I don’t know why I’m so tired lately. Hey Romeo, how’re you doing?”

“Good, besides starving. Matteo said you hadn’t baked anything lately.”

A smile played on her lips. “Huh, he must have forgotten the strawberry shortcake I made yesterday. It’s in the fridge.”

“Oh, really?” Romeo said, turning to me. “You should really have your memory problems checked out. Probably all those knocks to the head.”

“I’ll give you a knock to the head,” I muttered.

Sofiya rolled towards me and grabbed my hand. “Be nice. You have to learn to share.”

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