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Shit. I had it so bad for this girl. I didn’t know why, I didn’t know how, but it was the truth.
Giselle pulled her mouth off mine and muttered, “You should go. I don’t want your father to think something suspicious is going on.”
She was probably right. Still, it was a struggle to pull myself away from her, to get up and head to the bedroom door. Even though Giselle got up with me, it still pained me to leave. I wanted to stay here with her, to sleep in that bed with her and hold her all night, tell her everything was going to be fine.
But I wasn’t the only one she had on her team. Not the only man she liked. I didn’t know how this would end—not only with Miguel and my father, but with Giselle and her circus of men. I didn’t know if she’d choose or if she’d refuse to.
If she refused, would I be able to handle sharing her long-term with other guys I may or may not get along with? That question swirled in my head as I walked with Giselle to the front door of the house. We passed Damian and Cade in the dining room. The latter was scowling, while the former appeared amused at the latter’s attitude.
Would they be okay with sharing long-term? Cade didn’t seem happy about it at all, but then again, Giselle did say that she’d had sex with Cade while Damian watched.
I stopped before the door, turning toward Giselle. Her head was angled back, her light brown eyes seeming happier than they had when I’d first arrived. “I’ll probably steal Cade’s phone,” she said, causing the man in question to mutter a confused ‘What?’ “So if you find anything out, just call his number, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, though I could’ve said so much more.
“And don’t talk to anyone about me. That includes Zander. I… I want to be the one to reach out.”
I understood where she was coming from, I think; it’s a conversation she would rather have herself. “I’ll be in touch. Please stay safe, Giselle. I… I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. I went crazy today, thinking you were gone. I—”
It was as I talked that I realized: I needed her. I’d come to need her in such a short time. They were not feelings I could ignore or deny. They were strong and blinding, to the point where I came to the conclusion I didn’t care if she never made a decision between the men at her side. I needed her, and that’s all that mattered.
If that wasn’t love, I didn’t know what it was.
She gave me a soft smile. “I’m okay, Luca. You don’t have to worry about me.”
But that’s the thing, wasn’t it? As I turned to leave, ducking out of the house after that and hurrying to my car, I knew that wasn’t quite true. Giselle might want it to be true, but it wasn’t. She might be okay now, but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t worry.
Giselle would never let this go. Not Miguel and not my father. She wouldn’t stop until she saw them get their just desserts. She would literally stop at nothing, even if it meant her own downfall.
And that was why she needed us, why she needed all of us. She’d dig her own grave if she had to in order to take down my father and Miguel. It was up to us—to me, Cade, Damian, Zander, and even that priest she liked, whatever his name was.
It was up to us to save her.
Chapter Five – Giselle
I went to sit with Cade and Damian, a smile on my face from Luca. I didn’t know what it was about that one, but he made me feel… good. He might’ve fumbled a little when I’d initially told him about what Rocco did to me, but he sure was making up for it now.
Luca was nothing like Rocco. Nothing. And that, I think, scared me deep down, because it might not be so bad being his wife.
But that’s the thing: Luca wasn’t the only one that made me feel good. No, it’s like I’d shut myself off for so long after that night with Rocco, I’d had blinders on, my only goal getting from day to day. Barely scraping by.
Now? Now everything was different. Now I was alive and my heart pulled in so many different directions all at once, and I didn’t know what to do.
“You look like the cat who swallowed that bird. Whatever the fuck that saying is,” Damian remarked, studying me from across the table. “You and your hubby finally come to terms with the attraction between you two? Finally seal the deal?”
“Shut up,” Cade huffed.
I tossed a look Damian’s way. “Believe it or not, I didn’t have Cade call Luca and Ezekiel so I could sleep with them.”
“Isn’t that why you have a million boyfriends, along with a husband?” Damian sounded so innocent asking that particular question. He was lucky he wasn’t beside me, otherwise I might’ve smacked him.
“I have a husband because Miguel and Rocco forced the marriage on me,” I clarified. “And I don’t have a million boyfriends. I don’t even have one.”
The smile Damian gave me was sly and slick, and it caused a flurry of butterflies to erupt in my stomach. “Are you sure about that, baby girl? Because as I see it, you definitely got a few. Superman here just don’t want to admit it. He don’t wanna admit he’s dating a married woman. I, myself, am happy as long as you’re happy.”
Cade groaned and muttered, “Can you shut up already?” Maybe to drown out Damian, he turned his wide frame toward me and asked, “What’s this about you taking my phone?”
“Obviously, mine got left at the hotel when I was kidnapped,” I said. “If you want to be able to get ahold of me without driving all the way here, I’m going to need one of your phones. If you’d rather I take Damian’s—”
