Would I be exaggerating if I said this was the most peaceful night I’ve had in my entire life?
Even though my world was burning, the war with the Castellano family was at its peak… here I was, lying in bed, holding my Mila as if she was all that mattered in life.
She beat me.
I confess that.
“I don't love controlling men, do you know that?”
“Who asked you for love, kitten,” I whispered as I squeezed her body closer to mine. Her back was small against my chest. “Sleep. Now.”
“Stop that!” she demanded.
“Stop what?”
“I hate when men control women,” she challenged, turning her face toward me.
I raised a brow. “Good. I don’t control women,” I whispered, licking her earlobe. “I just control my woman.”
Then I pulled her further toward me.
“Sleep, my girl, or I don’t guarantee if my c**
