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Out of nowhere a car barrels into the side of our vehicle. “Son of a bitch.” My tablet flies out of my hands. “Fucking cock suckers.”
“Wow, quite the potty mouth you’ve got on you don’t you sweetheart.” Luca laughs as he opens his window and shoots at the windshield of the car that hit us. It was no accident. The car is filled with Cartel men.
The bullets Luca shoots ping off the windshield without piercing it. “It’s bulletproof.” Clearly this needs a woman’s touch. I climb over him as he leans back into the car and loads another round into his gun.
My boobs right in his face. He pauses his reload to stare at them. For shit sakes. They are just boobs. I’m sure he’s seen dozens of them. Leaning out the window. I aim for their tires. The front and back driver’s side pop. The doors of the car open. I see their guns pointed at us. “Drive.” I yell to no one in particular. Our car takes off.
Luca must have gotten his fill of the view because he now joins me firing out the window. We each take a man down.
“Nice shot.” I tell him as the head of a man explodes.
“You too.” Our eyes connect. I lick my lips. I shouldn’t want him. I have never been with anyone. Never had a crush either. Who am I kidding? Yes I have. Luca. I’ve had a crush on him since I first started surveying the family years ago. I’ve fought it. Knowing I can’t afford any distractions. I wish my body would listen to reason now. I’m practically sitting on Luca’s lap. Our faces less than an inch apart. Fuck it.
I smash my lips to his. It’s not graceful. Sue me. My first kiss was a peck in the stairwell after I shot a man. Luca is hot. Why not kiss him again? Not like I got a good taste the first time.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Elena
BACK AT THEmansion. Mom gets settled in the basement. Bosco has an infirmary set up. If I didn’t know any better I would think we were still in the hospital. He hasn’t left her side. One of his men had brought down an arm chair for him. It’s butted up to the bed. The smile on my mom’s face hasn’t left. Has she ever smiled this much? No. It breaks my heart to admit it. As much as I tried to be good growing up. Stay out of trouble and help her with anything she needed, our life wasn’t sunshine and rainbows. Even a simple trip to the park to let me play had her on edge.
I want to hate Bosco. Hate the family and the torment they caused her. Watching him look at her with stars in his eyes dissipates my anger quicker than I can build it. He loves her. Learning she was alive and I existed couldn’t have been easy to hear. I wonder how the Council has taken the news, or if they have heard at all. I suppose it doesn’t matter. The way he looks at her, I know he will fight for her this time. Not that she will run. She’s done running. She’s home.
The family Luca had picked up has arrived. I get hugs from each of them as they come to see my mom. They otherwise ignore me. I try not to take it personally. They don’t know me. That and mom is sick. I keep to the sideline. Letting mom soak up the attention and reconnect with the family she lost.
They are strangers to me and I them. I never got to bond with them as I grew up. It doesn't help I have blood splattered on me and pieces of glass still from the broken car window stuck in my hair. Suddenly I’m self-conscious about my appearance. I should have changed before they got here.
Luca comes out of nowhere and grabs my hand. “Come on Princess. We should get the blood wiped off you.” It’s like he can read my mind. Before I follow I give a glance at mom. “She'll be fine.” He reassures me. For the first time in a really long time, I actually believe she will be.
Luca leads me up several flights of stairs. I barely take notice of where I am walking. Instead my eyes are trained on his back and shoulders. They are broad and strong and I have the overwhelming urge to dig my nails into them. I want to feel his skin on my skin.
He turns a corner and grabs onto a door handle. I shake my head to get my focus straight. He opens the door. With a hand in the small of my back he leads me into the room. It is huge. Bigger than most of the apartments my mom and I have lived in. There is a couch, coffee table, and TV on one side, a mini kitchen to the other and a large bed against the back wall. Two doors are along the wall next to the kitchen. My guess is they go to a closet and a bathroom.
The room is masculine. It’s rich in dark grays with a few accents of a cream color. It smells like Luca. Is this his room?
Hand still at my back he leads me to the door on the right. Inside is an equally large and gorgeous bathroom. There is a tub big enough for four beneath a window. A shower with multiple shower heads both above and along the wall. The tub is screaming my name. Begging for me to submerge myself in it with a half a bottle of bubble bath.
“Take a shower, or bath, whatever you like. There are soaps near both, and more in the closet here.” He says while opening a tall cabinet door. He pulls out several towels and a washcloth.
Placing them on the counter, he turns and walks out without another glance. The soft click of the door lets me know I’m alone. I move to the bathtub and turn the hot water on to let it begin to fill.
Looking down at my clothes I realize I have nothing to change into. I open the door getting ready to chase down Luca and ask for some. I halt after two steps. “Um…uh.” He is standing beside the bed. Naked.
“Shit.” He covers himself up quickly with a shirt he had laying on the bed.
I cover my eyes and turn towards the bathroom. My heart is racing. Damn. Why does he need to look so good? I only got a quick look but the image will forever be burned into my brain. Part of his chest and arms are covered in tattoos. I could make out the family crest on his left pectoral. He had a smattering of hair across his chest and a line leading down his eight pack to his well-endowed nether region.
“Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t see anything.” I hear his footsteps getting closer. I move to dive into the bathroom. A hand around my stomach stops me.
“Yes you did.” He gives a chuckle. His breath brushing against my ear.
“I did. But I didn’t mean to.”
His arm moves to my hip. He gives it a push and I spin in his arms. “You sure? You can look again.” His eyes dare me to look down. I can’t see but I can feel him. He has me pressed up tight to his body. I am shorter than him. Five foot five to his six foot two. The only thing between us are my clothes. “Do it Princess.”
I want to sneer at him. Argue or say something rude. I don’t. Instead I feel my eyes drifting lower. My mouth watering. I may be a virgin but I can appreciate the male body. My eyes wander down his chest. My hands raise to join them. I shouldn’t be touching him. I can’t make myself stop. His muscles are hard and his skin shivers beneath my fingers.
I pull my hands back and look back into his eyes. He is breathing heavy. He takes a step forward. I take one back. Another step and my back is against the wall. His head dips down. My tongue darts out to lick my lips. I don’t get to. His mouth is on mine. Licking my lips for me and taking my tongue into his mouth. He steps forward again. I have nowhere to go. There is no more space between us. One of his hands goes to the back of my head and tangles in my hair. The other grips my hip tightly. I might have a bruise later.
