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He nods. “It’s good. Shit got resolved with Emilio.”

Emilio. It’s not like me to hold a grudge, but he put a hit on Armando, so I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive him for that.

Still, I don’t really want to hear he’s dead, either. Not that Armando would share that with me if he was.

“Will there… still be a wedding for him and Grace?”

Armando shucks his clothing and comes to the bed. “Yeah. He’s paying me restitution. Do you know what that means, Flowers?” He crawls toward me and pushes me back down, covering my body with his own.

I have absolutely no clue. “No?”

“It means I have money to invest in Garden of Eden. Our family business.”

My eyes fill with tears.

Family business.

I don’t think I realized how alone I’ve felt running Garden of Eden until this moment. I brought Josie on to try to lessen that burden, but she wasn’t invested in it like I am.

But now I have Armando. And I already know this man can do anything. Which means, the business is saved. I know he’ll help me straighten it out. Fix everything.

That’s the kind of guy he is.

“That’s it, baby. Cry me those tears. Are they happy ones?”

“Yes.” I nod. “I’m happy.”

He grins. It’s a rare occurrence to see a smile on him, and it takes my breath away. “What are you happy about?”

“That we’re a family.”

His smile grows wider.

“You’re my family, Flowers. You and that baby are everything to me.”

I reach for him and pull him down.

After a searing kiss, he lifts his head. “You're mine, Hannah,” he says, his voice low and possessive. “You're mine, and I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.”

A shiver runs down my spine at the conviction in his words, but I don't shy away from them. Instead, I welcome them, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. We kiss deeply, passionately, the world around us fading away as we lose ourselves in each other.

There's something about him that makes me feel safe, secure, like nothing can touch me as long as he's by my side.

I moan softly into his mouth as he nudges my legs apart.

He kisses every inch of my skin, starting with my neck and moving down my shoulders then to my breasts. I arch my back as his lips close around my nipple, his fingers slipping between my legs. I gasp as he enters me, his movements slow and deliberate.

But I want more than his fingers. I want his dick buried deep inside me. “More,” I moan. “More.”

I don't even realize what I'm doing until I'm on top of him after shedding him of his pants, my legs straddling his hips. I position myself, his dick pressing against my sex. The thick tip of his cock slips into me, and I gasp, my body momentarily stilling.

He's so fucking big, and this angle almost hurts.

But I like the pain. I love it.

I start to move, sliding up his length, the feeling of his thickness stretching me so much more intense than his fingers.

I'm impaling myself on his cock, my moans loud and throaty. His hands grip my hips, forcing me to ride his cock, his hips rising to meet mine, driving his cock deep inside me.