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His eyes search mine as he leans back in his chair.“Maybe. Maybe not. I never know what’s in the cards for me.”
I push my half-eaten plate of food away from me. “My dad was never the same since mom was murdered.”
I blink back the tears. It isn’t easy to speak about my mom. I never speak about any of my agony.
His warm palm rests for a moment on my knee. “I’m so sorry.”
I look at his broad hand with the tattoo peeking beneath his white cuff. “There was an explosion at our house. I was only fourteen. It happened so fast, I don’t remember much. Eva and I were making up dance routines in the garden. The next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital. My mom, Nona, and a few others were killed.”
I choke on a sob. After her death, my dad wouldn’t even mention her name in the house. All the photos are gone. He even pushed me away because I had her dark eyes.
“All he cares about is power. We lost our home in Sicily because of his war with the Capris. And then he brings us here and breaks us all over again.”
I bury my face in my hands.
“Oh, Rosa.” His voice is soft and comforting.
I jump off the barstool, my chest feeling tight. A feeling I know too well.
I can hear him calling after me as I dart to my room and slam the door shut.
* * *
I wakeup with a yawn and snuggle into a shirtless Luca’s side. He puts his strong arm around me and pulls me closer.
In the last two weeks, I’ve only had a couple of nightmares. Both times, he’s wrapped me up in a hug and whispered. “It’s me, Luca. I’m here. You’re okay, little one. No one will hurt you.” Then rocked me back to sleep.
I feel like a new person. One who actually sleeps and wakes up not hungover.
“Morning, little one.”His voice is husky as his breath tickles over my head.
I roll my eyes. “I’m really not that small.”
He moves onto his side and gives me a smirk. His dark hair is messy on top and I have a strange urge to run my fingers through it.
A fire heats up in my core, a completely alien feeling that has me clenching my thighs together. I want this man, I just don’t know what to do about it. He would never want a broken woman like me.
“You slept well last night.” He grins, his green eyes sparkle mischievously.
“Why do you say it like that?”I tilt my head to get a better view of his face.
He bites his bottom lip. “You may or may not have grabbed my dick in your sleep.”
“No! I did not!” I gasp.
Embarrassment washes over me. My cheeks are now on fire.
“You did. It woke me up.”
“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” I cover my face with my hands. He pulls them away and his lips turn up in a smile.
I start to panic. What if he makes me go back to my own room? I’m enjoying these peaceful nights of sleep.
“Hey, it’s fine. Don’t worry. I can think of worse things than to be groped in my sleep by the little Italian beauty I have in my bed.”He puts one of his tattooed arms behind his head, propping himself up as he watches me.
He thinks I’m beautiful?
I bat my lashes at him. “I am sorry.”
