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“It’s just a car.”

“That I have to be seen in,” Lucian said, scoffing playfully. “Dark colored cars look much better with women drivers.”

“That’s true,” Fraser added, smiling encouragingly at Jordyn. “Typically I find women choose dark paints colors more often than they pick lighter ones.”

“But I’m not picking a car today,” Jordyn replied sweetly. “Lucian, stop trying to manipulate me into letting you buy me a car. It’s ridiculous you think I’m naive enough to fall for it. I thought you understood how firm the bed in the guestroom is, but I guess not. Either you want this car, or you don’t. Make a choice and stick to it.”

Goddamn it.

There was nothing quite like Jordyn and her sarcasm when she wanted to make a point.

“Fine, I’ll buy the fucking thing,” he muttered unhappily. “I’m already tired of Antony’s Mercedes.”

“Good,” Fraser said, clapping his hands together. “You’re aware of the price, given I emailed you the details. All that’s left is your choice of how to pay, Lucian.”

It wasn’t uncommon for Lucian, his brothers, or his father to pay for their vehicles in a rather unorthodox way, like straight cash the dealer could hide a few thousand worth under the table.

“Cash,” he answered. “In full. Get the paperwork ready and you’ll have the money.”

“The Mercedes is safer, though,” Jordyn pointed out too quietly for the dealer to hear as Fraser walked away. “At least for a little while longer.”

“I know, but if someone really wants to kill me, sweetheart, bulletproof glass isn’t going to save me.”

Jordyn frowned. “Thanks for the reassurance.”

Well, honesty was the best policy.

Lucian weaved his fingers with Jordyn’s, tugging her closer into his side. “Forget about it.”

“Right, like that’s going to happen.”

“Come on, let’s take a walk back to the Mercedes to get the money. I bet he knew I was going to buy the car and already has the paperwork practically done but for my signature.”

Jordyn didn’t seem entirely pleased about his dismissal of the threat still looming over Lucian’s life, but she followed him back through the parking lot without pushing it further. He was grateful, really, because whether he wanted to admit it or not, no one was any closer to figuring out who, or why, someone was looking to end his life.

There was nothing to gain from it, honestly.

Sure, Lucian’s position as a capo in the Marcello Cosa Nostra put a bulls-eye on his back, but that was nothing. It would be more likely someone would came after him once Dante was boss and Lucian worked as his underboss. At least then his death would offer someone a chance to move up in the family. No one stood to inherit Lucian’s wealth as of now, so that was out of the question.

It just didn’t make sense.

His death would be pointless.

That made it all the more worse.

“Hey, where did you go?” Jordyn asked as Lucian popped the trunk to grab a black bag.

“Too far inside my head,” Lucian replied.

Jordyn leaned into his side, her soft mouth pressing a kiss to his throat over his pulse point that made him shudder and his cock grow thick. “Well, stop it. The faster we get back to the condo, the quicker I’ll get you out of your head and into something else.”

Lucian smirked roguishly. “In you, I hope.”

“Maybe, if you’re good.”

“If that’s your standard, I have no chance, Jordyn.”

Jordyn laughed lightly, her hand coming down to graze suggestively along his groin. “Good thing I like you when you’re bad.”