“Better. She made it through our meeting and was mostly herself.”
I scooped Amalia closer until her ass was in my lap. “You’re back early today,” I said, preferring to switch the subject.
“It went a lot smoother than I thought. Some things are still up in the air as far as filling in the void Rocco and his men left. No one knows what really happened. They just care that he’s dead.”
I leaned forward and kissed her as I reached for the handles. “How about we forget all of that and go for a ride.”
“Mmm, that sounds like a good idea. Where’s my helmet?”
“Your helmet?”
“Yes, mine.”
“Fuck, yes,” I said, my arm wrapped around her lower back as I revved the engine. “But you’re going to stay right here.”
“You want me to ride like this?”
“You can ride me any way you want to, vicious. But right now, I want you just like this.”
I retrieved her helmet and quickly jogged back, unable to hide the smile on my face, when I realized Amalia hadn’t moved. She’d waited for me exactly as I told her, and the fact that she trusted me to care for her caused heat to build in my chest.
“We’re just going to take a little spin around the property. I wouldn’t risk your safety out on the road like this,” I said, adjusting her helmet and pulling her close by the mouthpiece. I pressed a kiss to the top of the helmet and gently tapped it. “Ready?”
“Always.”
I took her slow at first, noting Amalia’s death grip on my arms.
“If I fall, I kill you.”
I laughed and gripped her hip. “Relax, baby. You trust me, right?”
“You know I do.”
“Then you know I’d never let you fall.”
Villa Dorada was an extensive property with acres of land and dirt roads. I knew she rarely visited these parts, but I wanted to teach her how to ride out here. I’d never been interested in having someone to share this hobby with until her. It was almost scary how much I wanted her to be a part of every facet of my life.
“Hold on. I’m going to open up a little here.”
She crossed her arms behind my neck. “Is this okay?”
“Do you want me to teach you how to ride?”
“I’m two steps ahead of you, Cain. I’m having two delivered on Monday.”
“Two?” I asked with a laugh.
“I couldn’t decide. But I already have names picked out—Christian and Carlo. Twins.”
I knew Amalia had a past. She wasn’t a virgin when I met her, but as irrational as it was, I wanted to slit the throats of fucking Christian and Carlo.
“I know you’re enjoying all the questions I haven’t even asked yet.”
She tipped her head back and laughed. “And I know what you’re thinking, and not that I haven’t been there because I’m not ashamed”—I knew she could feel how my body tensed with her admission—“but…I totally just made up those names to mess with you.”
“Vicious.”
She squealed and squeezed her legs around my torso when I gunned it.
