Page 45 of Days Of Valentino

“Josie, you’re my daughter. Problems are exactly what you’re supposed to cause.” Theo chuckles as he wraps his arms around me.

“Thank you,” I whisper. I know what it feels like to have a dad because of this man. It’s something I’ve never known before and I’ll be forever grateful to him for giving me.

After leaving Theo’s office, I head to the kitchen. As soon as I open the pantry door, a hand reaches out and pulls me inside. “That was longer than five minutes,” Dante growls.

“Sorry. I had to stop and talk to Theo,” I tell him.

“Josie, whatever happened isn’t your fault.” Dante’s fingers brush the loose strands of my hair away from my face.

“I know, but I just don’t want to cause problems,” I repeat.

“You’re a Valentino now, babe. Problems are our specialty.” Dante smirks.

“What list did you make?” I ask him. “Theo said the man who shot him was from some list of yours.”

Dante smiles. It’s not a happy smile but a more sinister one. “The list of people who have hurt you. The list of people I’m going to kill for hurting you,” he says simply.

“Don’t do that, Dante. I don’t want you to do that for me,” I whisper.

Dante pulls me into his chest. “You are the best reason I’ve ever had to kill for, Josie. I will never let anyone hurt you.”

I look up at him. I don’t think it’s possible to love anyone more than I love him. “So, when do our seven minutes in heaven start?”

Just as his lips descend onto mine, the door opens. “Ew, people eat in here, Dante.” Orlando laughs.

“What the fuck do you want?” Dante grunts while picking up a packet of something from the shelf beside him and throwing it in his cousin’s direction.

“We’re building a play gym. You’re helping,” Orlando says.

“Oh, fun. Can I help too?” I ask.

“The more the merrier. Come on. All the shit just got delivered to my house,” Orlando explains, and Dante groans.

I slap his chest. “One day, we might need help to build play gyms for our kids and he’ll have to return the favor.”

“I can’t fucking wait for the day we have kids,” Dante replies.

“Ten years.” I laugh. I love Sebastian, but I have no plans to become a teen mom.

Episode Twenty

If anyone asked me what the hardest part of being married was, I’d say it was having to move away from my family. I love my wife, and I’ll follow her to the ends of the earth if it means I get to be with her. That doesn’t mean I don’t miss the fuck out of my family.

Today, I don’t need to miss them, though. Kyla and I are currently on the McKinley jet. We’re going back to New York.Being married to a billionaire heiress has its perks, like their luxury jets. We have a private jet or two as well, but this one is on a whole different level.

“You know we’ve got hours to kill.” I look my wife up and down. There isn’t a day—fuck,an hour—that goes by that I don’t want to be buried balls-deep inside this woman. There is no better place on earth.

“We do. What do you think we should do to pass the time?” Kyla asks. “Play a game?”

“Oh, I most certainly want to play with you, Mrs. Valentino.” I smirk before I stand and hold a hand out to her. “What do you say?” I raise a brow in challenge.

“If you think you can keep up, old man.” She laughs as she places her palm on mine.

“My wife and I are napping. Don’t come in,” I tell the stewardess as I lead Kyla into the bedroom of the plane.

“Yes, sir.” The stewardess nods.

I shut the door, pick Kyla up, and throw her onto the bed. “Get that thing off now.” I point at her.

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