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“Elana has a knife for protection now. I just thought the two of you should know so that you don’t scare her and get a knife to the gut,” I explained to Frankie and Gina. “I thought it would make her feel safer if she could put it under her pillow at night.”
“That seems to be when she has the most nightmares,” Gina agreed. “I hope that she can find some peace as time passes and there is a way for her to recover. Being held prisoner for that length of time would make it take longer to return to any type of normal life.”
“She may always keep a knife under her pillow. Something like that doesn’t just disappear with time,” Frankie said.
“I’m just thankful that we were able to get her out in time before the damage was permanent. She’ll need to adjust, but it seems like she might be able to acclimate to being on her own. We’ll just need to give her time to get used to doing things again. It will come to her.” I hoped that what I said was the truth.
There was a knock on the door, and I was actually relieved that I was going home, I actually started thinking of Luciano and his place as home. I couldn’t believe how fast that had happened. Either way I was ready after what had been an extremely long and tiring day.
CHAPTER18
Luciano
Stefano knewhow exhausted I was and volunteered to go and collect Bria. I trusted him to collect her just as much as I trusted myself.
I took out all of the different cake samples from the fridge and put them on the counter. They needed to warm up just a little bit while I put the food that the chef had left for us in the oven. Might as well eat all the cake, would be a shame to let all of that go to waste.
While the cake thawed and the food cooked, I pulled out a glass to pour myself some whiskey while waiting for her to get home. Some days I had to unwind with a glass or two, and this was one of those days.
I poured an extra finger’s worth because I didn’t like this feeling of not having her near me or not escorting her myself. Having her out of my sight made it to where I couldn’t breathe normally. The drink was helping me calm the nerves.
Stefano could do the job, and I just needed to be patient.
I had texted her almost an hour ago telling her I wanted her to come home. So I was hoping that she’d be here by the time the food got hot. Although, that seemed to be a lost cause at this point.
When I finished the first glass of whiskey and poured myself a second, the timer went off, alerting me that the food was almost done heating.
I looked up from shutting the oven door to find Bria standing there watching me.
“Are you trying to drink your dinner while letting mine burn?” She snickered at me.
She walked around, grabbed a potholder, and quickly opened the door to the oven to pull the food out, shut off the timer as it beeped incessantly.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her amazing ass. Normally, I didn’t have sex on the brain twenty-four seven. I had an underworld business to run, but Bria changed that in a heartbeat.
“How are the girls doing?” I distracted myself, sort of.
She filled me in on the moving day escapades while we ate the now hot food. The way she spoke, I realized how happy she was. It amazed me how happy that made me.
“I think it’s time to have some dessert,” I said as I picked up the tray that had all the different varieties of cake on it and placed it on the small table in front of us.
“Oh, is this where we have cute sex while eating cake off each other?” Her aversion to the idea could be felt by the sarcasm dripping off of her words.
“Well, if you want sex, I’ll throw out the fucking cake and we can go up to the bedroom instead.” I would much rather eat her.
“No,” she said with a laugh. “Several of these were good earlier and I’d like a second go round of them.”
She sat down at the table to try out some of the cake, and she even picked some up and fed me. It was sexy the way she wanted to feed me.
“Not that I’m against sex, but food and sex don’t really mix well for me. I feel dirty and not in the good kind of way.” She smiled. “More of a ‘yuck, get this sticky stuff off my body.’ I know some people like the feeling, but I’m not a super fan.” She took a bite of the chocolate and moaned.
“Whatever works for us and gets us hot and bothered is what I’m going for. If food isn’t your yum, then no food in the bedroom. There are plenty of other things we can do that will be considered yummy to you.” I winked at her suggestively.
“For now, let’s enjoy the cake samples. It’s been a long day and we need something real in our bodies to help us keep going for later.” I put some vanilla cake on my fork and fed it to her. She took the bite.
Thankfully, we’d agreed that the ones we’d chosen earlier were still our favorites a second time.
“The plain chocolate is still a much better idea and doesn’t need to be anything fancy,” I murmured after tasting them all again. “Now that we’ve had desserts, I’m kind of looking forward to a different type of treat. Are you ready for bed?”
