A Touch of Fate

I doubt I can ever have enough of your touch. It’s my addiction.”

“The right kind of addiction,” Samuel growled.

Danilo walked toward my bed and pressed a kiss to my forehead before he turned to Samuel once again. “Emma almost died because of a drunk driver. She is in a wheelchair because of a drunk driver. And you fucking bastard get behind the wheel stinking drunk with her in the car? You could have killed her and the baby.”

I think she does. I think she needs to dump your sorry ass. You aren’t worthy of her.”

“This is between my wife and me,”

The door opened at that moment, and Samuel stepped in. Danilo lunged at him and smashed his fist against Samuel’s face. Samuel shoved Danilo away but didn’t otherwise retaliate. His expression burned with guilt. I assumed that held him back.
Pietro stepped between them. “Enough. Emma doesn’t need to see this.”

Danilo stormed into my hospital room. One look at his face told me things would be out of control soon. His eyes burned with fury. After he hugged me carefully, he straightened again. “Where is he?”

It’s too dangerous for you to ride alone,” Samuel said with a frown.

“Getting in a car with you was too dangerous.”

I love you, Emma.”

I swallowed thickly before I whispered, “I love you, Samuel.”

“It’s expected, but that’s not why I want children.”

“Then why do you want them?”

“Family is the only place in our world where you can really be yourself.”

Until then, let me show you what I feel.”

No words, Emma. Not now, not yet. Let me be the first to say them. Soon, I’ll be ready.”