“I’ll fill your pussy to breaking against the hood if you keep trying to make me jealous.”
My eyes go wide. Holy shit…
I have to turn away because the thought of him fucking me near this car just about makes my knees shake with desire.
“That dirty talk crap isn’t going to work on me,” I grumble, averting my gaze.
Because it’s absolutely working.
“Just so long as we’re clear. I’ll get you some ice for that foot, then I’ll leave you to it. But I’ll be nearby if you need me.”
He walks to the flap. I open my mouth and call out before I can stop myself. “Luca, hold on.” He looks back, frowning. “Thank you for this. I know you didn’t want to.”
He nods once. “Despite what you might think, I do want you to be happy.”
Then he’s gone. I’m left alone with my car, emotions deeply conflicted.
My husband killed my cousin. He’s controlling, possessive, overly jealous, and a mafia bastard.
And yet he did all this for me.
I feel another layer of armor strip away, and I’m starting to worry I might not escape before I’m left totally bare.
Chapter 18
Luca
“You know, boss, I didn’t sign up for babysitting duty.” Stefano grumbles at me through the phone.
I linger outside of the Serrano house, leaning back in my truck’s seat. “It’s only temporary. I can’t think of another man I’d rather have watching over my wife.”
“I could come up with a few.”
“Double pay. You know that. And my undying gratitude.”
“Keep the thanks, but I’ll take the cash.” Stefano hangs up. I smile to myself and slip the phone back into my pocket.
I keep thinking about the look on Fiorella’s face when she saw her Spider in that makeshift garage. It was pure excitement. Like a kid coming down to find actual fat-ass Santa squeezing up the chimney as reindeer glitter shit falls from the ceiling and presents manifest themselves under the tree.
It’s better if I don’t tell her that the around-the-clock protection of that obscenely expensive car is going to cost me a small fortune.
For some reason, she’s worth every single penny.
I don’t even know why. I push the door open and step out. I like her. I can’t pretend that I don’t, but that should be the end of it. She’s gorgeous and tough, everything I want in a woman, with a nice creamy center I can’t wait to lick down into. Underneath all that anger is a woman who truly cares. At least for herself, her car, and her sister.
But I’m the problem here. If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t be in danger. I’ve spent my whole life struggling to make sure the people around me don’t end up dead or in prison. I’ve dedicated myself to the Famiglia ever since I was thirteen years old and made the biggest mistake of my life. I failed once back then. I won’t fail again.
If I were smart, I wouldn’t get attached to my pretty wife.
Instead, I feel it happening, like a worm wriggling into my ear.
I can’t stop it either.
Every time I get another taste, that worm goes deeper. Soon it’ll eat my fucking brains out and I’ll be a drooling mess.
With only my pretty wife left in my head.
I stomp my way toward the front door but don’t get the chance to knock. Raf opens up, looking grim as he nods at me. “We weren’t expecting you.”
