83: Imminent

Pov: Andre

I placed an arm behind her knees and another on her back and lifted her out of the car.

I carried her easily in my arms as we walked into the house, my men converging around me.

She rubbed her cheek against my chest, sighing softly like a kitten, her eyes fluttering close. "I think I like this whole: spending your entire life proving how much you love me. It makes me feel like a princess."

I grunted. "I must not be doing enough. You're meant to feel like a queen."

Her hand reached up to touch my cheek, her soft palm brushing my dark bristles. I looked at her and nearly keeled over. Her beauty was not something I had gotten used to. I could get used to.

"Careful, Andre," she whispered, a smile playing on her red lips, her emerald eyes glimmering with mischief. "Your men will think you're going soft on them, fussing over a woman."

I shot her a dark gaze. "I'm fussing over MY woman. Any of my men that have a problem with that can say it to my face, staring up the muzzle of m