The sadness in his voice slays me, and for the second time tonight, I wish a world of unending pain on the father who made his own son feel less than.
“You deserve everything this life offers, Luka, and if I have to tell you that every single day, I will.” And I mean it. It’s not like I have much else to do these days, so becoming Luka’s cheerleader is hardly a chore.
He snickers. “Does your cheer routine include blowjobs?” The lewd wink he gives me makes me belly laugh.
“It might,” I hedge before giggling some more.
“Good, because that was fucking amazing, peaches.” He chews his lip for a moment. “However…it has not escaped my notice that you haven’t come yet.”
Before I can protest, he flips us over until I’m lying under him. He yanks my shorts down and shuffles down the recliner so his head is between my legs.
I’m soaked. So keyed up from pleasuring him that it takes no effort at all to push me over the edge.
When I’m left a boneless, hot, sweaty mess, we lie tangled together under the stars, both sated.
Things are still not back to how they were, but at least Luka is no longer freezing me out.
His fingers stroke my hip while he rests his cheek on my breasts.
“I love you,” he repeats.
The words settle beneath my skin, and I smile up at the camera that winks in the corner, a reminder that we’re not alone out here, even if it feels like we are.
“I love you too.”
Then the glass door slides open behind us, and when I raise my head to see who’s here, I spot Angelo watching us. And from the sour expression on his face, he’s not happy.
27
Kane
Luka’s been here for a week. And by here, I mean at Angelo’s house, not his apartment. I keep waiting for Angelo to throw his brother out, but he’s said nothing other than ask him if he needs anything.
Angelo catches me smirking as he taps away on his laptop in his home office.
“Something you want to say?” He scowls at me when my smirk grows.
“Nope,” I reply. Things have gone quiet since the attack on Luka. We’re still no closer to figuring out who was behind it, although, thanks to Milo, I eventually tracked Vasily down.
The weasel claimed he knew nothing, but after some hard questioning, he eventually revealed a guy paid him ten grand to lure Luka into the bar and pop a tab in his drink when he wasn’t looking. It was all his own idea to add ketamine to the joint he rolled.
Luka’s lucky not to have any permanent damage from the cocktail of drugs he ingested.
Vasily’s lucky he’s still breathing.
We still know nothing about the guy behind it all. The phone number he used was a dead end, and although Milo is still looking into it, I’m not holding my breath.
“Any news on Barrington?” I ask. Angelo grinds his teeth.
“No, he’s gone to ground. Kyril says the fallout from our rescue mission was significant.”
“Good.” The people who bought into that fucked-up game deserve hell rained down on them.
“There’s been no news about the guy Chiara killed,” he adds before kicking back in his chair with a frown. “I just wish we knew why Oswald Barrington went to so much trouble to steal my wife. It makes no sense.”
He’s right. We’ve had no dealings with him in the past. None whatsoever.
“Cassian Forsyth put some feelers out, but he’s found nothing interesting.” Lucian Forsyth was Barrington’s predecessor. When he died, Barrington moved into the void, but apparently none of the men who worked for Lucian stuck around. Not surprising, really, given Kyril cleaned house on Cassian’s behalf.
