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“Have a seat on the island.”

I go back to slicing the cheese, and preheating the frying pan, while she watches me.

“How old are you?” She asks quietly.

“Twenty-six.”

As I’m cooking our food, she continues asking me questions.

“Who was the man at the graveyard that first night?”

I turn to her with a grin. “My brother, Bones.”

Her face shows a knowing expression, as her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’.

“I expected him to find me and kill me, after what I did.”

“He wanted to,” I say, as I place the sandwiches on two plates, turn the stove off, and bring the food to the island.

“And now?”

Taking a seat across from her, I tell her what she wants to know.

“He knows you’re not to be touched.”

I point to the sandwiches.

“Eat.”

She picks up her sandwich and takes a bite, and I do the same. I fucking love seeing her like this. It’s more than I expected. I knew seeing her naked, with my cock inside her, would be perfect, but watching her eat in my house like this, not chained up, it’s far more exciting than it probably should be. I’ve never had fantasies about sharing my life with a woman, but with her, I want to give her the entire world.

“What?” she asks with pink cheeks, after realizing I’m staring at her.

“I like this normalcy. Having you here with me.”

She arches an eyebrow at me.

“Careful, people will think Reaper Bonetti has gone soft.”

I chuckle loudly.

“Let’s get you some clothes, and then I’ll take you for a stroll, to prove that I am not.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

BELLA

“Do you ever think you’ll stop?”

He gets up and grabs two wine glasses, and pours us both a glass of white wine, which might be a strange pairing with grilled cheese, although I’m no expert.

Setting the bottle down, he returns to his seat.

With a goofy grin, he says, “That depends on what you’re referring to, baby. Fucking you? That’s definitely a no. Looking hot as hell? Also a no.”

I roll my eyes at him.

“Always so cocky. I was referring to you killing people. Do you think you’ll ever stop?”

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