Page 128 of Unforgiving Queen
He nodded. “It made me want to murder Darius,” he admitted. “I still want to snap his neck.”
He was jealous. For some dumb reason, it had me mentally fanning my face and squealing like a schoolgirl. “Darius is like a big brother to me.”
That seemed to pacify him as I started scrolling through the messages on my phone, my confusion growing with each new thread. “What’s the matter?” he asked.
I raised my head. “Nothing,” I muttered. “Just weird.” I shook my head. “There isn’t a single message from Papà, Grandma, or my friends wondering where I am. Not even from Phoenix. And the last message dates back to the night of the rehearsal dinner.”
Amon’s brows furrowed. “You have reception?”
“Hmm, I should. I’ll send them all a message.” My fingers flew across the keyboard, ensuring everyone knew I was safe and…happy. Married, too! “I miss them,” I sighed. “I wish…”
I couldn’t find the words. Our wedding was perfect, but I still wished they’d been here.
“We can celebrate with everyone later,” he promised, and my smile widened as I handed him my phone back for safekeeping.Maybe I’ll design a wedding dress with pockets, I thought. “With your family, friends, and mine,” he added.
Reluctantly, I thought of his mother. I’d gotten the impression over the years that she didn’t like me. Not that I’d seen her a lot.Maybe it was the vase I broke, I thought to myself.
And then there was Dante…
“Does Dante know you’re not related?” He shook his head. “Won’t he be… upset?” I gasped.
“I view him as a brother, blood relation or not. I hope he’ll feel the same.”
I was unsure what to think or say. I still struggled with the revelation that I was Angelo Leone’s daughter, but maybe Amon was right. Blood or not, it didn’t matter. After all, hadn’t Papà used similar words when he said he didn’t need to do a paternity test? He loved us both equally, no matter what.
“So what’s your—” I broke off and my lips curved into a smile before I corrected myself. “—ourlast name?”
Something flickered across his expression, but in the next moment, his mask slid back into place.
“How do you feel about me taking your last name?”
He what now?I had to swallow a few times before I could answer. “You wouldn’t mind that?” He shook his head. “Why wouldn’t you want me to take your last name?”
It wasn’t exactly traditional, but Amon never really had been.
“No, I don’t mind. Especially considering what the Leone name represents.” Why did my sixth sense flare, warning me there was something else to it? It’d be a topic for another day. Today was too perfect to ruin.
“Amon and Reina Romero,” I murmured, tasting it on my lips. I couldn’t help the smile lifting the corner of my lips. “I like it.”
“Should we go home, Mrs. Romero?” His wide smile nearly stopped my heart and blinded me, wiping all my thoughts. “Let’s start the rest of forever, love of my life.”
Those words were my undoing.
* * *
Amon carried me over the threshold of the yacht, refusing to lower me until we got to our suite.
He slid me down his body until my feet touched the ground. His smile was all silk and wickedness, promising a night to remember.
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered in a sinfully dark voice.
Throbbing pulsed between my legs at his dark command.
“Shouldn’t that be your job, husband?” I teased softly. “We’ve just said ‘I do’ and you’re already bossing me around.”
He chuckled darkly. “Better get used to it. I don’t plan on ever stopping.”
“Is that a promise or a threat?”
