“I am,” Isla says at my side.
“So?” She gives us both an expectant look. “What does this mean?”
“Probably means my brother finally pulled his head out of his ass,” Lucky drawls.
I shoot him a glare. “Fuck off,frattore mio.”
Lucky just snickers.
“I knew it,” Bianca and Camilla say simultaneously.
Antonella is quiet, but the expression on her face is irritatingly knowing.
“You have some explaining to do,” Luna says, pointing a finger first at me and then at Isla. “Both of you.”
“The short version is that Isla’s car was waylaid by the Bratva on the way to the airport, and she was taken hostage, along with Rocco and two of our guys. Priest made a deal to get them safely back, and yes, I finally got my head out of my ass and told Isla that I love her.”
Luna blinks. “Wait a minute, are you saying that my best friend was taken by the Russians andno one told me?”
“Yup,” I tell her, popping thep.
“Heads will roll for this.”
“It wasn’t Alessio’s fault,” Isla says, defending me.
That’s my woman right there. I drink in the sight of her. And yeah, her hair is a little mussed, and if anyone looks closely enough, they’ll know I railed her on the way here. But too fucking bad. I would do it all again in a heartbeat.
“Actually, itwasmy fault,” I tell her. “If I hadn’t gone along with Priest’s idea to send you to the airport, none of this would have happened. I just wanted to get you to safety and get you out of this fucked-up mess that is my life.”
“But there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than in it, right here at your side,” she tells me.
“Love you,” I tell her right there in front of anyone.
Because I can’t not say it. Because I do love her. I love the shit out of her, and I want everyone to know. Isla Davenport is mine, and I can’t wait until the day I can call her my wife.
“Love you too, baby,” she says.
“Holy shit,” Lucky mutters, clearly disgusted by my undying devotion for this woman.
I don’t give a fuck.
“The two of you,” Luna says, still looking at us both like she’s seeing us for the first time. “I mean, I suspected. The way she was talking about you, and how upset she was when you texted Lucky that Rocco would take her to the airport. And the way you looked at each other. Damn. But I didn’t want to pry.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” Isla tells her. “It was all so new, and I had no idea that Alessio felt the same way about me. It happened kind of quickly. We met by accident in St. Thomas, but I didn’t realize who he was.”
Luna’s mouth drops open. “Saint was the one in St. Thomas?”
“He was the one.”
Apparently Luna and Isla had girl talk about me. I don’t know if I should be alarmed or take it as a compliment, but I’ll go for the latter.
Luna grins. “You guys. I can’t wait for the wedding. Is, you know what this means, don’t you? We’ll be sisters.”
Isla laughs. “Baby steps. We’re not getting married.”
“Yet,” I add.
She looks back at me, smiling. “Yet.”
