Page 52 of Stolen Christmas
He looks at me and says, “Take care of my sister like you vowed to earlier.”
“I will. Get some sleep.” We head to our bedroom, and I help my beautiful wife to bed.
“This is our wedding night,” she whispers.
“Yes, my darling.” I strip her bare, and we slowly make love. I whisper how I love her in Italian as I fill her with my seed. We fall asleep and I hold her tight, hoping there are no more problems for a few more days.
Chapter Seventeen
Angel
“Merry Christmas,” Luca’s words come out groggily. The sun hasn’t fully risen, and we had a full day after the police left. Noah only stayed a while longer before he was sent to the bedroom, which is now his. It isn’t in the basement, but now on the second floor and just down the hall from the rest of the family.
“Merry Christmas, Husband,” I reply, running my hands through his hair.
“Say it again.” His hands slide up and down my torso.
“Merry Christmas.”
“No, you know what I want to hear.”
“Husband.”
“That’s a good wife.”
“I’m worried, Luca.”
“About what?”
“Is Noah really okay with everything we learned?”
“Are you?”
“I think I might actually have a mental breakdown later. For almost seven months I’ve been picking up the pieces of my life, and it hasn’t been easy. Every day has felt like there was some other force dragging me down, and now I’m here with you and I have to say, as terrible—” His mouth falls open.
“Let me finish.” I close his mouth. “As terrible as everything has been around me, this has been the only thing grounding me, keeping me sane. When I’m in your arms, I feel safe.”
“Fuck, Amore. We have family waiting for us.” He attacks my throat, nuzzling my neck until I’m squealing and laughing.
“Okay, stop, stop.”
“Angel, I’ll do everything and anything to keep you safe.”
“Are you two done in there? Your mom wants us downstairs,” Noah calls through the door.
“Where the fuck are my security?”
“They’re right here, annoying the piss out of me, but they weren’t bold enough to knock.”
“They weren’t stupid enough, is more like it.”
“Fine, I’ll tell your mom you were busy.”
“Tell her we’re working on her grandbaby she requested for Christmas.”
“Luca,” I gasp, slapping his chest and shoving him off my body.
“We’ll be down in a minute.” I quickly jump off the bed and fall down, landing awkwardly on the side of my hip and thigh.
