I still haven’t sold him on it yet, but I never expected it to be easy.
“I have a lot of making up to do,” I say. “But all I’m asking for is a chance. To show you that I’m changing. I’m evolving. And that I can be more than just a pain in your ass.”
This makes him smile, but he tries to hide it with a cough.
“I like fucking shit up with you,” I tell him. “But I like this too. Sitting here at the table and being all domestic and shit. And laying in your bed with you at night. God, I would kill the old me for admitting this, but that’s like the best thing ever.”
“Scarlett…” his voice is hoarse, and I’m scared he’s going to tell me no, so I keep rambling on.
“And I’m not making any promises, but I held a baby today, and she didn’t even cry. So maybe I’m not all evil. I mean, Satan was once an angel too. So there had to be both good and bad in him. I think there’s good and bad in all of us…”
Rory gets up and moves around to my side of the table, effectively cutting off my tirade by yanking me up from the table and kissing me. Hard.
“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls my body all the way against his. “Ye’re the hottest little psychopath I’ve ever come across, baby doll. And even if ye were leading me straight to my downfall, I doubt I could say no to ye.”
“But do you want to?” I ask, and he grabs my ass and squeezes.
“No,” he grunts.
He kisses my throat, all the way up my jaw to my ear.
That’s when more word vomit spews from my lips.
“Marry me.”
His entire body goes ramrod straight as he pulls back to look at me like I genuinely am insane.
“I’m not asking for leaps and bounds, sweetheart,” he says. “Baby steps are fine.”
And it’s there in his eyes. He doesn’t believe I’m over what happened. That I know what I’m asking for. And despite what he says, he still doesn’t trust me.
But that’s okay.
Because I always get what I want.
And this is no exception.
I didn’t think there was ever anything I could want more than my revenge, but I was wrong.
This.
This right here is what I want.
I’m willing to put in the work to prove that I’m right about us. To show him that I’m more than just a partner in crime. That he can trust me, and that I’m going to be the best goddamn mafia wife he ever could have asked for.
Starting with right now.
I sink to my knees before him and grab at his buckle, undoing his pants and kissing all over his cloth covered cock.
He smells so fucking good. And he tastes even better when I suck him through the material.
He’s an animal.
A caveman.
And he’s mine.
Forty-Four
