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“By Alora?”
“Yeah, she is. I don't even know how to explain it. She is kind of a badass. She took me down the other day, flat on my back. I underestimated her and she took advantage of it.”
“That’s impressive,” he looked at me for a moment, then shook his head, “you're falling for her.”
“What? I am not. She can't stand me. We’ve kissed 3 times. When we said ‘I do’, on a bet, and last night.”
“I didn't say she was falling for you, I said you were falling for her. And you’re telling me you haven’t put your snake in her yet?”
I sighed, walking over to the bench, “finally did for the first time last night.”
Arturo sat down next to me, “and?”
“And, she made it very clear that it would be just sex. She reminds me constantly not to catch feelings. That once we find Wrath we’ll be going our separate ways.” I pulled my gloves off hard and fast, throwing them to the ground.
“Shit, you’re not falling for her, you’re in love with her.”
I slammed my head back against the hard concrete wall. “Yeah and what the hell can I do about it? She despises me.”
“You’ll figure it out, I'm hitting the showers.”
I sat there for a moment, head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. He was right, I was in love with her. Dammit, how did I let this happen? Who could blame me though? She was sexy as hell. I loved that she didn't take crap, especially from me. The way those green eyes lit up when she laughed, dammit I wanted nothing more than to make her laugh. To see her smile, and her eyes light up for me. Fighting wasn’t getting my mind off her, and the conversation I just had was doing anything but. I closed my eyes, my thoughts again drifting back to her underneath me, the look of sheer pleasure and ecstasy on her face as she came. The look afterward I couldn’t make out. I was worried it was regret, that she had given in to her carnal senses, and regretted it the minute it was over. Regretted sleeping with me, when I now knew I was in love with her. I had been with plenty of women, but it had never been like that before. It was different with her, it felt right, at least it felt right for me. I knew my focus needed to be on finding wrath, to stop him from killing anyone else. Although I am not sure what he was doing was entirely bad, if he was targeting men in the trade, he may just be my hero. He was taking out the people Arturo and I wanted to take out. Things were getting more tight-lipped, however, which was making it more difficult to get information. Information that could lead us to Charlie.
If I find him, Alora may very well be out of my life forever, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Not sure I’ll ever be ready for that. I picked up my things and headed for the showers.
I made my way back towards the house, checking my phone with the details Arturo had texted me about tonight's fight. We would be the last fight of the night. Declan and I had fought before. Years ago, we were both just starting out then. The new kids on the block. He had made quite a name for himself in the underground circuit, but so had I. This made him see me as a rival, but I didn't see him that way. I never got caught up in the politics of fighting. I had enough of that in this world, but the lines between the two continued to blur. The street-fighting world and the families seemed to intertwine more and more. It was beginning to be hard to keep them separate. I was so occupied in my thoughts as I walked up to the door, I hadn't even noticed the SUV pulling in behind me.
“Luka honey, look.” I turned around to see mom grinning at me, as she climbed out of the black SUV.
I walked down the stairs. “I love it, you look very beautiful.” I kissed her on the cheek.
“Why thank you, but I wasn't talking about me, I was talking about your beautiful wife.”
Alora came walking around the SUV, her black heels clicking against the driveway. I scanned up her legs, to the black lace dress falling just above her knees, damn her legs looked good in those heels and that dress. I continued to look up at her body, the dress hugging her waist perfectly and showing off her curves. Both shoulders and her neck were open as the top scalloped across just above her breasts. A few inches had been cut from her hair laying in waves across her shoulders. Strawberry blonde highlights reflected off the sun as it bounced with her movement. The new red highlights in her hair, and the black dress made her beautiful green eyes stand out even more. She was beautiful and sexy, and I had to fight the urge to grab her waist and push my body against her into the SUV. All I could do was stare. I was never speechless, and yet I stood there, words failing me as I looked at the woman who was at least for now, my wife.
“Well,” mom looked at me, “what do you think?”
I looked at Alora and opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
Mom laughed, looking at her, “I think you have performed a miracle Alora, you’ve rendered my son speechless. I never thought I’d see the day.”
I cleared my throat and shook my head, taking a step toward her. “You look, I love it.”
She looked at me but said nothing, the same look on her face from last night. I shook it off and reached down grabbing her wrist. “I am serious, you look beautiful,” I spun her around in a circle, her dress fanning away from her legs, “we shouldn't waste this dress. We’re going out tonight.” I glanced at mom, “you both look too pretty not to be shown off.”
“I agree,” mom put her hands on her hips, “what about dinner at Zanelli’s?”
“That is a great idea. I will go get changed and tell Arturo. I am sure he’ll want to go,” I turned to Alora, leaning in and kissing her cheek just below her ear. “I’ll be back.” I smiled as goosebumps spread across her neck and chest. She looked at me and nodded. She didn't quite smile, but the corners of her lips turned up slightly.
We loaded into the SUV after Arturo and I got changed. After the short drive across the city, we pulled up to Zanelli’s. Tyler, one of our men, opened the door to help mom out. “I will let you know when we’re done Tyler, thank you.” Mom patted his shoulder.
Gia looked up and smiled. “Nice to see you again Vora,” she pulled mom into a hug.
“Hello Gia, how are you?” mom asked, hugging her back tightly.
“I am good,” she looked at us with a smile, “right this way.”
She led us through the restaurant past tables and the dance floor full of people, to our normal table, which stayed open always for us. A big round table that would fit ten. Stefano had a few businesses he controlled, but he and the owner, Franco Zanellli, had been friends since grade school. He always left a table open for us. His son Elio pretty much ran things now though. Franco had gotten some girl pregnant at fourteen, and rumors are they paid her off and Elio never saw her again. Following in his dad’s footsteps, Elio got a girl pregnant young as well, but his father forced him to marry her. That baby was Gia.
