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Can’t say that it bothers me much, either. Seeing him just makes my stomach roil.

I smile at my husband. “We should go. I think we need to talk.”

CHAPTER25

MATTEO

Her ass looks so fucking perfect in that wedding dress.

My cock jerks at the sight of her hips swinging left and right, ready to spring into action as soon as we’re inside our house. Heaven reaches the top of the steps and turns toward me with a small smile.

The smile doesn’t reach her eyes, though.

She knowswhyI’m so hell-bent on keeping her behind closed doors.

“Matteo,” she says as she steps onto the polished wood floor in the foyer.

I lock the door and set the alarm. “You wanted to talk?”

“I wanted to get out of there.”

“Heaven, listen?—”

“No.”

She’s cut me off, and I can’t say I’m not a little grateful. I have no fucking idea what I want to say. There’s no way out of this, not without putting her in danger. If she thinks I’m interested in more than business, and yeah, okay, fucking her brains out, then she might do something stupid, like try to slay the dragon to stay by my side.

She’s getting the fuck out of here and to Italy, and she’s staying there until I’m deeply established and Dominguez and his cartel are wiped from the planet.

It’s not the plan I started with, but it’s what I realize I have to do.

“You’re a bastard.” She gazes up at me, trailing a finger down the side of my tuxedo jacket. “But I like the other things you can be.”

“Bastard is the truth, Heaven.”

“I don’t care. I want the hot sex. I want my wedding night. You say you’re sending me away? You’re taking everything from me and you know it.”

“And you want to fuck me?”

“I want to kill you,” she says. “But I’ll take fucking you. Unless you wanting me was a lie.”

“That was never a lie,amore mio. I crave your pussy and you know it.”

Her green eyes blaze with a dark fire, and there’s a bleakness I can’t stand lurking behind that blaze. “Prove it.”

Anytime. Anywhere.

I pull out her hairpins one by one, her long, wavy red hair cascading slowly over her shoulders. “I am your husband. I’ll take what’s mine. And I’m going to prove how much I want you.”

“Tell me a story, Matteo.”

I frown, but nod, pushing the dress from her shoulders, trailing my fingers along her collarbone. “What do you want to hear?”

“Our honeymoon.”

“I didn’t plan one.”

“I know.”

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