Four
Luca
What the hell are Kensley and Harper doing showing up tonight?
The thoughts that swim through my head fill me with unbridled rage. Has she been hanging around with Ashton?
For how long?
It’s clear he invited her over with her friend.
“What are you doing hanging around with him?” I’m struggling not to scream at Harper, because that’s all I want to do.
Shout at her.
Demand her to tell me why she lied to me.
And force her to confess all her secrets, because if she hid Zeke from me, what else is she hiding?
“How long have you and Ashton been hooking up?”
She scoffs and backs up, but her back is against the door. She has nowhere to go, nowhere to run. Even if she tried, we’d find her. The mafia won’t let her escape after all she’s seen.
She’s a liability.
And problems get removed.
“I’m not sleeping with your friend,” Harper says.
I step closer, staring into her darkened gaze, trying to decipher if she’s lying to me.
But I’m no interrogator.
I couldn’t even tell when she had kept the truth about Zeke from me. How the hell am I going to work for the mafia when I can’t discern secrets from the truth?
My hand caresses her cheek, holding her jaw to me, glaring at her. “Prove it to me,” I seethe.
Her brow furrows as she contemplates how to answer. “I can’t. That’s impossible.”
The heat between us fills the small space, and my heart pounds wildly in my chest.
I will not kiss Harper McKenna.
Her lips are luscious and thick. A soft puff of air spills past, and I lean in, closing half the distance, but I wait, and like a rubber band, I’m being yanked back to reality.
“You lied to me. How am I supposed to believe you now?” I demand. One hand caresses her cheek, the other traps her against the door, keeping her from going anywhere.
“Trust goes both ways, Luca.” Her voice is soft, fueled with warmth. She meets my stare, unafraid of me.
She should be afraid.
I’m the son of Dante Ricci.
Her hands are on my waist, her touch is firm yet gentle, her fingers skimming the hem of my shirt. She creates a fire building within me, yearning for her.
“I know you hate me,” Harper says. “I can live with that, but will you condemn my son to death?”
I pull back.
