It’s enough to tip me over the edge, the idea that out of everyone on this earth, even his blood-brothers, Luca will always put me first.
No matter what.
I come in a weird mix of sorrow and joy and pleasure, his hand wringing me through the high and down the other side, until it almost-hurts and I’m wriggling to get away from him as much as to make him keep going, becauseGodit hurts so good. He likes the way I buck when he does this, and this time is no exception, his icy eyes burning into mine as I basically fuck myself on his cock, still buried inside me.
And then with a muttered curse and a grunt he floods into me, releasing my dick and falling on top of me.
“God, I love you,” he groans after another minute or two of gasping. “You know that, right?”
“I do,” I pant. “Love you, too. Ugh.”
He chuckles, propping himself back up. “Sorry. Hope you can still breathe.”
I can’t stop the stupid smile spreading across my face. “Yeah. I’m still breathing.” Unlike some folks. But even the fleeting thought of my dead Pops can’t destroy the peace I’m feeling right now. “I’m sticky, though,” I add.
Luca glances down between us, at the sweat and cum congealing in a mess on both of us. “Let’s shower. Then eat.”
“Meatloaf!”
“Mm. Olive Garden would deliver if we—”
“Meatloaf,” I say sternly. “It won’t kill us to learn how the other half eat for one night.”
“Speak for yourself,” Luca says, rolling off the bed awkwardly, trying not to smear our bodily fluids everywhere. “Frank and I had Meatloaf Mondays with Nonna.”
“Great,” I groan. “So my humble offering is gonna go up against the Italian Nonna’s?”
He grins. “I can promise you now, baby bird. I’m gonnaloveyour meatloaf.”
Chapter Thirteen
Finch
We wake late on Saturday morning to an insistently buzzing phone that justwill not stop. Actually,bothour phones, and it’s the same person calling, which is a big fucking worry.
We both sit up, scrabbling with our phones, trying to redial, but I get hold of her first.
“Cee, what’s wrong?” I put her on speaker so Luca can hear. I know by his expression he thinks something’s happened to Brother Frank. So do I.
I don’t think I can handle another death, not right now.
“You need to get down here right now,” Celia says urgently. “You and Luca. Frank and Hudson are on the way, and bring Marco and Angelo if you can—”
Luca, who has relaxed with a sigh of relief at Frank’s name, breaks in. “Where are you?”
“At thehospital,” she says, like it’s obvious. “With Connie. But the guards are gone, Luca, and Connie—we can’t leave her unprotected, we justcan’t, and I didn’t bring my gun because I assumed the guards would be here, and—just come fast, okay?”
She hangs up.
“Cee has a gun?” I ask.
“Of course.Youhave a gun.” Luca is distracted.
I mean, he’s technically correct, but I also have a Marco, so I nevercarrythe gun. Luca has been teaching me how to aim better, but it’s not going well so far.
It just never occurred to me that Celia would be packing heat as well. Although I could totally see her pulling out a rocket launcher to protect that baby, when it arrives.
Ifit arrives.
