His Tesoro: An Arranged Marriage Age Gap Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 1)
His Tesoro: Chapter 69

“What are you doing in here?” Ronan snarled. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“Please, it was barely a flesh wound.” Leona looked amazingly put together, her hair flawless. The only thing that hinted at her injury was a bandage around her bicep.

“You just had surgery on your fucking arm!”

Leona ignored Ronan and walked to my side. “Sofiya, I just spoke to Mila’s bodyguard.”

I frowned. “Nikolai? What do you mean?”

“He called Sienna because he couldn’t get ahold of you, and Sienna called me. Rustik is back in Chicago with Arben, who is going to marry Mila tonight.”

Nausea churned in my stomach. “What? No.” I threw my legs over the side of my bed. “I have to get to her. What exactly did Nikolai say?”

“He said he needs backup. Mila is being watched too closely for him to get her away.”

“I have to get to Chicago.”

“I already called the jet,” she responded.

Ronan swore. “Leona, what the hell?”

She fixed him with an ice-cold glare. “Ronan, this wedding would cement the alliance between Arben and Rustik, who, in case you forgot, are your enemies. So you can either sit here, twiddling your thumbs while you wait for the Albanians and Bratva to attack your city, or come with us.”

“I swear to fucking God. Why did I allow you to come back to Boston? I should have made you stay in New York.”

“Because you know I could kill you one hundred different ways if I wanted to.”

“Oh yeah, that,” he responded wryly. He met my imploring gaze, and he scrubbed his hand down his face in a move that made my heart ache with how much it reminded me of Matteo. “You can’t come with us. You’re pregnant.”

Leona raised her eyebrows.

“Mila is more important.” I was unflinching as I met his gaze. I desperately wanted my baby to survive. I didn’t understand how I could love something I’d only known about for a day this much, but it paled to the love I had for my sister. She was my best friend, my forever partner in life. I would go to the ends of the earth for her. Risk everything for her.

Ronan’s jaw clenched, but he grabbed the hospital wheelchair from the corner of the room and put it by the bed, allowing me to transfer into it.

“Fucking fine.” He moved to the door, muttering something about exhausting, strong-willed women.

Leona put her hand on my shoulder as I moved to the door. “We’ll stop them,” she said, full of confidence. “And I need the chance to see which of us is a better shot. The answer is me, of course, but I’d like to lay any rumors of your prowess to rest.”

I rolled my eyes, but I was beyond grateful to have her on my side.