Page 554 of Reign

Luciano

“Ithink it went well,” I say, one hand on the wheel as Angelo’s gates disappear behind us.

It’s after midnight. The road cutting through the trees is empty, the pavement still damp from rain earlier tonight. My headlights stretch across the blacktop before disappearing around the next curve.

Rafael stayed behind to finish discussing the Florida security arrangements with Nico. He’ll be four or five minutes behind us at most.

I look over at my wife.

My wife.

Elena Amato is fucking perfect.

She’s curled into the passenger seat with one leg folded beneath her, her face turned toward the window and Lucia’s necklace resting above the collar of her custom Elena Hope shirt.

Those jeans, though.

I plan on peeling them off her as soon as we get home.

“My brothers threatened to kill you.”

“Only if I let something happen to you in Florida. Which isn’t going to happen.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Ten cuidado, princesa.”

“I will not be careful. I hate how they do that.”

“They’re your brothers. I’ve threatened Angelo more times than I can count since he married Adriana. Even more since Massimo was born.”

She chuckles. “Good. They should know you would never let anything happen to me.”

I take her hand and bring her knuckles to my lips.

“Your brothers can threaten to end me as often as they want. There would be nothing left of me for them to kill if anything happened to you.”

Her breath catches before she lifts her chin. “That is deeply disturbing.”

“I couldn’t live without you, Elena.”

Her eyes soften. “That’s sickeningly sweet.”

“It’s the truth.”

I kiss her knuckles once more before lowering our joined hands to the center console.

She keeps looking at me.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“That usually means something.”

She smiles. “I was thinking about how much Santo would hate knowing you’re romantic.”

“He hates knowing I’m anything with you.”