~VALENTINO’S POV~
“Moglie mia… you scared me.”
My voice was low, breathless, almost hoarse, as I wrapped my arms around her tighter than I should have.
My nose buried into the crook of her neck, inhaling the soft scent of her vanilla and jasmine perfume, my heart still hammering against my ribs like it was trying to tear through me.
God.
I didn’t even realize I was trembling until she shifted slightly against me.
Just a few minutes ago, I had been tearing through the streets of Toronto like a madman, the city lights flashing like warning signs I couldn’t read fast enough.
My knuckles had turned white from how hard I was gripping the steering wheel, my head spinning with worst-case scenarios.
Alina… with another man. Alina… taken. Alina… gone.
God, the things I imagined; my enemi
