Page 282 of Inferno

“Someone told me that you could teach this useless man how to dance,” I whisper, grabbing Charlotte’s hips and tugging her close.

“I could, if he asks nicely.”

“Is that right?” I growl.

“Maybe I’ll withhold your treat tonight if that’s the case.”

She shakes her head, and I kiss her.

“Call me your wife again.”

My hands frame her face, and in that moment, the rest of the world fades away. The music, the chatter of my men, everything. It’s just her.

“My beautiful, courageous, powerful, sexy wife.”

She grips my throat and drags me in for a ferocious kiss.

“I love you, Declan,” she mutters against my lips with a smile.

We may have had a small ceremony with the handful of people who we love with all of our hearts.

But it means everything.

We started our life as we mean to go on, in our own safe haven.

“I love you, heartbreaker. Just like I said in my vows, now and forever.”

We fall into a steady rhythm with the music, my hands on her hips as she leads the way.

I glance over and find Drago twirling around the makeshift dance floor as best he can with Isabella safely in his arms.

It’s been three months, and he’s recovering well and already proving to be an asset to my organization.

“More spinning!” she yells.

“In a minute, let me get rid of the stars in my eyes,” Drago puffs out.

“She’s going to be feisty, just like her mommy,” I tell Charlotte, who rests her head on my chest.

“I hope so. In this world, she needs some spirit.”

I hold her closer and rest my chin on her.

“Especially with all of the siblings that she’s going to be bossing around.”

Charlotte pulls back, her eyes wide and sparking.

“Maybe we can try properly after our honeymoon.” She smiles.

“And you think the last four months wasn’t me trying properly?” I smirk.

She shakes her head and presses her finger to my lips.

“No. Because you would have got it right the first month if you really tried. I know you, Mr. Quinn.”

She’s right.

I can’t help but chuckle.

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