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Pulling away from me, he walks to the bathroom and while my man showers, I carefully strip out of my clothes.
The burns on my back are starting to feel better, but the nurse said it might take a week or two before they fade away.
I’m surprised that the stab wound gives me the least pain. It feels more like a slight discomfort when I move too quickly, but other than that, I forget it’s there.
Once I’m naked, I tug the covers back and crawl onto the bed.
I lie down on my left side and snuggle into a pillow while I listen to the water running in the shower.
Things feel a bit up in the air because I have to get used to the Manhattan house. I miss the lake mansion, and Aunt Greta, and Martha, and Gerardo.
A heavy sigh drifts from my chest.
I hear the water turn off, and after Damiano’s finished, he comes out and switches the light off.
He’s also naked as he climbs beneath the covers. Turning on his side, he stares at me for a moment before I pull him into my arms.
He presses his face into the crook of my neck, and when my fingers start to brush up and down his back, his body shudders.
I kiss his hair and hold my man while he decompresses.
Drinking in the feel of his warm skin and hard muscles beneath my fingertips, I once again think about how grateful I am that he got to me in time.
Lifting his head, his eyes meet mine. “Stefano’s dead.”
I bring my hand to his jaw, and as he presses a kiss to my palm, I whisper, “Thank you.”
“I also had my men bring your family to New York.”
I’m totally caught by surprise, and a dark frown forms on my forehead.
“Why? I don’t want them here.”
He shakes his head, then says, “I killed them.”
Oh.
For a moment, I blink at my husband, then his words sink in.
Holy crap.
“They’re dead?” I ask to make sure.
“Yes.”
Damiano has killed everyone who’s ever hurt me.
I lean forward and press my mouth to his. “Thank you,” I whisper against his lips.
He kisses me tenderly before pulling a little back. “It’s my Christmas gift to you.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “Only you would think killing people counts as a Christmas gift.” Staring at Damiano with all the love I feel for him, I add, “I love it, though. It makes me feel better they’re gone and can never hurt me again.”
Damiano turns onto his back and pulls me on top of him. “I liked how we slept in the hospital.”
“Yeah?” I straddle him, and feeling how hard his cock is, I reach down between us and position him at my entrance. When I take his cock all the way, I moan, “You want to sleep buried deep inside me, amore mio?”
“Yes.”
