Page 146 of Rosetti Family New York
“You did,” I say. “You broke everything.”
She exhales shakily. Her breath whispers against my skin like she’s finally letting go of something she’s held too tight.
“And I’m still not letting you go.”
Her eyes fly open.
“You’re mine, Besiana. You were mine the second you walked into that wedding looking like a fucking warrior.”
“But I—”
“You betrayed me. And then you chose me. That’s more than most people ever do.”
She shakes her head. “Dom—”
“You pointed a gun at your father for me.”
“For us,” she corrects.
I nod once. Then I kiss her.
It’s not gentle. It’s not slow. It’s weeks of want and days of pain and too many nights of pretending I didn’t want to pull her back to me andkeep her.
When I break the kiss, she’s breathing like she just survived a storm.
“No divorce,” I say. “No annulment.”
“What if I ask for one?”
Her voice wavers, like she needs to hear my answer more than anything else in the world.
“Then I’ll say no.”
She lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a sound I haven’t heard in too long. Joy.
“You’re impossible,” she says.
“I’m in love with you,” I correct.
She takes my hand. Laces our fingers together. Her eyes shine in the dim light of the café, and I realize I’d die a thousand times for that look.
“Then let’s build something new. Just us.”
“No more secrets,” I say.
“No more rules,” she whispers.
“You’re still not allowed to point guns at me.”
She grins. “No promises.”
We leave the cafe, and I throw some money at the staff, enough to cover the meal and resurface the crappy counter.
The cold hits us as soon as we push out the door, and I tuck her against me.
It takes us a few blocks before I let myself really look at her, eyes wide and bright. She’s here, walking through the heart of the city, and she made a choice. I won’t forget what it cost her.
“What about your family?” she asks.
