“Because you want to fuck me?”
I rested my hands on her hips as she shifted against me.
“I do not want any such thing. You should be ashamed of yourself for even attempting this madness. What do you think Levin would say? Alessandro? Matteo? Any of the kings you claim to love?” I pushed her back so I could stare into her eyes. “You are not this person, and if you are, then you are not worthy of my son.”
She blinked rapidly at me before getting off my lap. She turned her back to me before letting out a soft sob.
I rubbed my eyes and got to my feet.
“Do not cry,” I said. “Especially over the pain we cause ourselves.”
She shook her head, still not facing me. “I-I want to go home. I miss my family.”
“Fucking your way out of here isn’t the answer.”
“I know,” she said through a sniffle. “Dominic and Fallon should be with me when I have our babies. I miss them, Vinny, and Levin. I-I’m scared.”
I raked my fingers through my hair, tired and a little too drunk for any of this, but I went forward.
“Bianca. Look at me,” I said.
She turned and faced me, her cheeks damp with her tears. I reached out and brushed them away.
“You will go home soon. Trust that Matteo has his reasons for keeping you here. He is not the monster you believe him to be.”
“I don’t think he’s a monster,” she murmured. “Not really.”
I nodded. “He is your way out, not me. I am loyal to only him and Alessio when it comes to these things. I am not so hard up that I’d fuck my son’s woman.”
“I’m glad,” she said, looking down.
I reached out and tilted her chin up. “Levin loves you. Be good to my boy. He needs your loyalty.”
“I love him,” she said fiercely.
“Then you never do anything like that again to me.”
She licked her lips and nodded. “I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”
“I have someone I care deeply for. We never had the talk.”
“You probably should.” She wiped at her eyes.
“I was going to, but things haven’t been working out in our favor lately.”
“Same,” she said, wiping at her eyes again.
“I shall get Alessandro. He is likely better at wiping tears than I am.”
“Please.” She stared back at me, more tears leaking down her cheeks. “A-And please don’t tell him what I-I?—”
“Our secret,” I said as I backed away.
She watched me go without saying a word, and I didn’t hesitate to leave.
My son had his hands full.
But then again, I knew if Rosalie kept me around, my hands may be full too.
