Chapter 25:Till Death Do Us Part

(Beth’s POV)

I’m warm and comfortable. We are still laying in the sand, but the moon is high in the sky, so it has to be in the middle of the night. All the houses around us are dark except for Anthony’s. I’m wrapped in a blanket and resting against Anthony’s chest, fingers absently tracing scars and tattoo designs.

Even in the dark, as I admire his face, I see his brow furrowed and tense. He’s breathing harder than normal, and his fingers are tightly gripping my hip. “Anthony?” I ask hesitantly.

He snores in response and then whimpers. The mafia boss just whimpered like a child. What in heaven’s name is he upset about? Concern overrides any other emotion and I immediately realize that he’s human. While he’s not as emotional as some men I’ve met, he still has emotions. He’s obviously, as he’s said, not good at expressing himself.