“Oh, Mom, just let me help. It’ll go a lot faster if we do it together.”
Mom sidled up to me, her forehead crinkled like she wanted to disagree. Mom always had a certain way of doing things—her way. Sometimes, we kids would do it right, but most of the time not.
She let out a deep breath. “Fine.”
We fell into a comfortable silence and worked together quickly.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into hard, muscled flesh. “Hey, dolcezza, come in the living room with me?”
I nodded, closing my eyes and enjoying his warmth. He let go, stepping back, and I was instantly sad, missing his touch.
I finished washing the sink out hastily then grabbed a towel to wipe my hands.
“Okay.” I smiled up at him, seeing his face with the same smile I had fallen in love with over a year ago.
“You, too, Mrs. Lambardoni.” He nodded to Mom who followed behind.
Making our way to the living room, I noticed my brothers were giving each other shit for God knew what. Dad was sitting back, watching the show, just waiting for when he had to voice his disapproval.
Jag stopped and wrapped his arms around me as I did the same. I rested my head on his heart, listening to it beat; the sound always calmed and soothed me.
“Can I have your attention?” I jumped when Jag spoke, but he held me securely to his chest. “As you all know, I am in love with your daughter and sister. She is the light in my world and the star in my life. I will protect her until my last breath and love her just the same.”
When Jag pulled out of my grasp then went down on one knee, my hand flew to my mouth as a loud gasp left me. My eyes never strayed from Jag’s. Even though others were in the room, they didn’t exist in that moment. Butterflies started a war in my stomach.
“Catarina, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Tears rolled down my cheeks. My heart clenched and filled with so much love in that moment I thought it would burst into a million pieces. “Yes.”
Jag smiled, reaching into his pocket. “Give me your hand, dolcezza.” I held out my hand, and he laughed. “I need the left one, babe. That’s kinda how this works.”
Shit. I quickly switched out my hand, and Jag slid a ring onto my finger. Then he held my hand and kissed it once before he held it up for me to see.
I couldn’t breathe, really couldn’t breathe. I thought I just might faint. I had no idea how big the diamond was, but it was princess cut with diamonds around the band. It was absolutely stunning.
“It’s beautiful.”
He stood up and wrapped his arms around my body. “Not as beautiful as you.”
I held onto him, allowing the tears to free fall.
“I love you,” I whispered into his chest.
“I love you, too. And you know the best part?” I pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes. He moved to my ear. “Now I get to fuck you anytime I want for the rest of our lives,” he whispered softly.
I laughed. I guess he could, and I couldn’t be happier.
~THE END~
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Chapter 1
Raven
I know it’s going to be a shit day as soon as I hear the thunder rumble outside my window. Groaning, I pull my comforter over my head and close my eyes, willing the world to go away for at least another few hours.
It doesn’t. Of course it doesn’t. It never fucking does.
My phone buzzes on my pillow and I grope for it with my hand. When I feel the bejeweled skull case of my iPhone, I jerk my hand back and see that I have a text from one of my brothers.
SOS! New girl quit. Get your ass down here… Please.
I glare at the screen. I knew the second my horndog brother said he was hiring his latest fuck buddy, and in turn offering me my first Friday night off since I had started working at our family-owned bar, that this would happen. Raider’s interest in any one girl never lasts past the first week, and as soon as he moves on—which had been the night before—our new girl is out the door.