Page 85 of Taking His Heart

“I’m okay, Mum.” I take a deep breath. “The house, your house…”

“It doesn’t matter,” she says. “It’s just a house, sweetheart.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

It’s been two weeks since I thought my life was taken from me. Two weeks since I made a vow to never let my wife out of my sight again. And I haven’t. Except her insistence that I’m not allowed to follow her when she goes to the bathroom. I do, however, stand right outside the door.

Daniella makes me turn on the faucet. Something about mystery between married couples and shit like that. I don’t give a fuck. I just can’t leave her. I finally got her back to Vegas, though. Along with her parents and siblings, because they wouldn’t leave her. I honestly don’t mind it. I know how much having her father and brother gives her a sense of peace.

Although I will say that our apartment wasn’t made for a large family. I can’t wait to find a house with her, to create a home together.

Daniella slowly peels her eyes open. I’ve been watching her, waiting for her to wake up. “You’re watching me sleep again.” She smiles.

“I like looking at you,” I tell her.

Something flashes in her eyes. But whatever it is, it’s gone again before I can decipher it.

Daniella smiles wider. “I like when you look at me.”

“Good, because I plan to be looking at you for the rest of our lives.” I lean down and press my lips against hers briefly. “What do you want to do today?”

One of the benefits of nepotism is I don’t need to rush back to work. And when I do have to go back, it’s going to be a take your wife to work day. Every fucking day.

“I want to do something, but you’re not going to like it too much.” Daniella says, and I already know she’s right.

“Then maybe you should come up with another plan,” I suggest.

“I really want to do this thing. But I need you to let me go out, just for an hour—two tops—with my dad and Aurelio,” she says.

“Why can’t I come wherever you’re going?”

“Because you can’t.”

“You were right. I don’t like it,” I tell her. I know it’s not fair for me to put my issues with letting her go on her. It’s not fair to let them impact her life. But I can’t help it. “The last time I let you go off without me following you, I almost lost you, Daniella. I can’t take that risk again.”

“I’m going to be with my dad. Nothing will happen to me when I’m with him,” she says.

My wife thinks highly of her dad’s abilities to keep her safe. I, on the other hand, have major fucking issues with the fact that she was taken from his house. Someone managed to build a fucking tunnel right under his goddamn nose without him knowing about it. So, forgive me for not having the same blind faith in the man that she does.

“I really don’t want you to go anywhere I’m not with you.”

Daniella’s face drops. I know if I really stick to my guns about this, she won’t push it. But I also want her to be able to do whatever it is she wants.

“But, if I can’t go with you, can you at least take Aiden or my dad?” I trust those two men more than anyone else I know.

“Okay, I’ll take Aiden. I’m not bothering your dad with this little errand. Aiden, though, I don’t mind bothering so much,” she says.

“Thank you.” I lean in and kiss her again. “How long will you be gone? And where did you say you were going?”

“Nice try, Bianchi. I didn’t say where. It will be quick—one to two hours max. Promise.” Daniella laughs.

“Okay, but I really don’t understand why I can’t come.” I pout.

“Trust me. It’ll be worth it.”

“I love you.” I wrap my arms around her, pulling her body up against mine.

“I love you.”