Page 137 of Ruthless God

I would go home to my wife.

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LUNA

I paced backand forth in my room, so much so I was surprised I hadn’t created an indented pathway with my feet.

It had been hours since Valentino brought Giulia and me home. The man was currently guarding us from outside the house, along with a dozen other men whose names I didn’t know, and Giulia was in one of the spare bedrooms.

I had checked on her fifteen minutes before, and though she looked to be fast asleep, there was this restlessness to her that made my heart pinch. It was going to take us a while to get over what we saw tonight.

So many dead bodies.

I had never seen so many dead bodies in my entire life. And Matteo…

He could have been hurt trying to protect us.

And the scene of Massimo breaking the neck of a man right in front of me, reminding just how ruthless and cold my husband could be when it came to human life.

For a moment, I had been scared of him.

That was why I hadn’t run to him when Giulia did. I didn’t know what to think.

But then he shot me a look that reminded me so much ofmyMassimo, and I…

I could accept what my husband did… who he was.

I could accept it all as long as I got to stay by his side and never leave. But it had been hours since we left the warehouse, and Massimo still wasn’t back. I could feel my mind slipping into that dark place that I didn’t want to go into.

I needed him.

I looked out the window.

The moon was shining brightly through the open curtains. I didn’t have the lights on. I didn’t know why, but the thought of turning on the light while I was alone was almost too much.

I let out a small sigh and looked around. My eyes had long ago adjusted to the dark, and I could make out just enough to see the furniture in the room.

How long was it going to be until he came back to me?

I just…

I took in a deep breath.

It wasn’t working. I needed… something.

Anything to keep me calm, but there was nothing for me to hold onto, and I was?—

Arms wrapped tightly around me from behind. I froze as the familiar scent of him invaded my nose and calmed my heart.

“Tighter,” I choked out. “Hold me tighter.”

I felt him tighten his arms around me. “You’re okay. I promise. You’re okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I shook my head. “What if something happens to you? I can’t—” Tears clogged my throat. I pressed my hands against his arms. “Nothing can happen to you. I won’t be able to handle it.”

“It’s okay, baby. Nothing is going to happen to me.”

“Promise me,” I demanded.

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