Page 93 of Stolen Queen

“Thank you for saving me,” I say.

His eyes soften. “Thank you for stopping running away from me.”

I laugh. “I’m not running now. You’re stuck with me.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Tank fuck,” Rocco repeats.

We all gasp and then laugh.

I kiss Rocco on the head and give Matteo a chastising look. He gives me a sheepish smile in return. Then he blows me a kiss.

My life feels like a dream, but it’s not. It’s real. And I’m so grateful to the man who kidnapped me and gave me this wonderful life.