Of course, I had returned the favor, making Leda scream my name as she came all over my tongue.
A smirk slid across my face. It was how nearly every day started; either she was coming all over my cock or in my mouth. She was the coffee I needed to start my day off right.
That and it was fucking insane how much I needed it.
I had never depended on something before in my life. Not even my Don title had brought me this, well, peace I had found in Leda. It fucking scared me to know that if she walked away, I would have a gaping hole in my fucking chest where my soul had been.
Whatever soul she had found anyway.
Wiping a hand over my face, I thought back to the conversation that I had had with the Wongs before I had realized how much Leda meant to me. There was a part of me that never thought I could have anything special in my life or that my life could have some fucking meaning.
I had fully expected for Leda to want to separate from me the moment she heard about my past, about the unspeakable things I had been forced to do and how my body had been used against me. I looked at the situation as making me into the feared man I was today, but to say the words of what I had endured aloud had made me feel like the asshole that I had been when Cosimo had found me.
Not even close to the man that Leda deserved either.
Which was why I knew I was in trouble. She had gotten herself wedged deep into my soul and was tearing down walls left and right that I had carefully built over the years. She was making me feel, care, fuck, even love her.
All those feelings together made me start to think about my future.
Our fucking future.
“Fuck,” I swore, bracing my elbows on my desk. I had started to dream about a future with her, one that involved a ring and kids with flashing smiles brought me to my knees. I woke up in a cold sweat from my dream, and had to go outside to cool off and get myself together.
The problem was that the thought stuck with me. Leda had stuck by my side throughout this entire mess, from forgiving me for putting her up on the block to involving her own brother in helping me get my Mafia back. She had supported me, urged me on, and whenever I tried to break her, she only got stronger.
Any man would be happy to have her at his side; any Don wanted to have a strong-ass wife that could handle the pressures of the job.
I could have her.
The thought pierced my mind for the thousandth time in the span of a few hours. Leda was going to get married anyway. She had been due to meet her new husband when she had been taken and put up on the auction block.
With her father being Carmine fucking D’Agostino, Leda could stand to have someone protect her.
A snort escaped me. Protect Leda? She didn’t need anyone to protect her. Hell, I wanted to. I tried to. It made me feel like the biggest fucking man on the planet when she ran to me, trusting in me to keep her safe.
I could do that as her husband.
Swallowing hard, I reached for my phone, my heart pounding in my ears. I was going to do this. I was going to ask Leda to marry me.
It didn’t feel as scary as I thought it would, but the biggest thing was, would she actually accept? Why would she want a fucking screw up like me anyway? She could do so much better. After all, she was a Mafia princess. The world was her oyster, and so were the men in it.
The mere thought of her being with anyone else made me want to throw my phone across the room. Leda was mine.
All mine.
I dialed the number before I could stop myself again.
“Don?”
“I have something I need for you to do for me,” I told Emil, my tongue thick.
“What is it?”
I sighed. “I need for you to find me a ring.”
Emil was silent for longer than I would have thought. “A ring? Now?” he finally asked, a note of curiosity in his voice. “What kind of ring are we talking about?”
He couldn’t very well read my mind, but I wished he could. “An engagement ring,” I bit out.