Page 123 of The Mafia King's Reign
Vulnerable. Satisfied. Loved.
But one fucking decision will change everything.
Kill her father, and secure my throne, or let him live and secure my heart?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Salvatore
Iwake to Salvatore’s large hands exploring my body.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he says when I look up at him. “Good morning handsome.”
"We're going out today,” he says.
"Like a date?"
"No," he says quickly, with way too much emphasis.
"No? Why did you say it like that? Like you don't date."
"I don't."
"Oh. So… how do you meet women? You just kidnap them as you go?"
"That's not funny."
"I wasn't joking."
He shakes his head as he walks over to a cart in the room I hadn't noticed. On it are two trays, a bread basket, and coffee.
"Rosa already brought breakfast?" I glance at the clock on the mantel, surprised to see it's nearly noon.
"Figured I'd let you sleep." He wheels the cart toward the chaise with ease.
He takes his coffee, black, no sugar, then reaches for mine. I watch as he adds exactly one vanilla creamer, swirling it until the dark liquid turns the perfect shade of caramel.
My eyebrows lift. When did he learn that?
"Rosa told me," he says, catching my expression. A ghost of a smile plays at his lips. "This morning."
"Come." He settles onto the chaise and extends his hand, palm up. "Eat with me, mia regina."
I grab my silk robe from the bedpost, wrapping it around my bare body before placing my hand in his. His fingers close around mine—warm, steady, possessive in a way that no longer frightens me.
He guides me to sit between his legs, my back against his chest. I reach for the croissants, still warm beneath their linen cloth, and hand him one before taking my own.
The coffee is perfect. Exactly how I like it.
We sit there and this feels… natural. Like we've done it a thousand times before. Like we'll do it a thousand times more.
The thought should terrify me. It doesn't.
"So, where are we going later?" I ask.
"A gala. The five families gather quarterly to discuss business, settle disputes, and maintain peace." He straightens his cufflinks. "Normally, I wouldn't bring you. But you're about to be my wife. It's time they all met you properly."
My coffee cup freezes halfway to my lips. "The five families?"
