Page 217 of Legacy
“Not that past,Scarlet,” I say softly. “All of it. Before you. After you. Now. You need to know who I am. What I’ve done.”
Her brows furrow slightly.
But she nods.
“Okay,” she says. “Then tell me.”
She perfect.
No drama. No demands.
Just a woman willing to look at me and see everything.
That’s all I need right now.
Not forgiveness.
Not even love.
Just this.
The chance to redeem myself.
To truly have her by my side.
Because when the Don has his Queen, nothing else matters.
***
The drive to Obsidian is filled with undisclosed tension.
She’s vibrating in the passenger seat, fingers twitching, eyes fixed on the road like she’s trying not to look at me.
And I’m gripping the steering wheel too hard.
Knuckles tight. Jaw tighter.
I promised I’d be collected.
That I’d behave.
Try to remember that if the roles were reversed, I’d lose my mind watching her meet an ex of mine.
But this is different.
This isn’t some old college boyfriend or forgotten kiss in a stairwell.
This is Zephyr Blackwell.
A Dom.
Possiblyher Dom.
The thought sits heavy in my throat like ash.
I’m the Don.
She’s my wife.
