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"It does," I say.
Lucia gives my brother a look. "Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?"
"As infrequently as possible."
Aw, hell, now Lucia is giving my brother her compassionate look.
"If you touch her, I will cut off your fingers," I warn him in Greek.
"I'm not about to touch your girlfriend," he answers me in English.
Lucia beams at him. "Thank you for speaking in English."
"Keep making her smile at you like that and we'll need a new lawyer because you'll be six feet under." I stick to Greek.
Lucia doesn't need to hear my threats. Only Orion does. He knows they're more like promises.
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"She's got you tied up in knots," my brother says.
"Stop trying to be an agony aunt and tell me why I had to let Orion drive Lucia to the club."
"I want to check in with you."
"Not this shit again. I am fine. Yes, I want to keep her. No, that doesn't change who I am or what I do for theÁdis Adelfótita."
"Maybe it should."
"What the hell do you mean?"
"Do you think Lucia will be able to accept you as Dímios?"
"She never has to know about my job as executioner. She'll know I'm an enforcer soon enough."
"Not as soon as we planned. I want to take care of the bratva problem before we start collecting protection money. Securing the shipping yard has to be our top priority right now."
A flood of relief I don't understand washes over me. It shouldn't matterwhenLucia finds out I'm an enforcer for the Greek mafia. She's going to accept it because there is no other choice.
But I'm still glad I have more time to get her as addicted to my cock as I am her pussy.
Or get her pregnant.
Chapter 24
ATLAS
It's early on a Wednesday night. The club isn't packed yet, which is why they stand out like nudists at a convent.
Three of the bratva soldiers we saw at the bar the other night are looking over Nuovi Inizi with greedy eyes.
What are they doing here?
When their gazes land on Lucia in her signature red wrap dress that shows off every banging curve and two inches of mouth-watering cleavage, that greed gets tinged with lust.
A crimson wash of anger darkens my vision until all I can see are their bloody, lifeless bodies in my mind's eye. Moving so that I am between Lucia and them, I text Bobby, my guy watching from the outside tonight.
Atlas:How the hell did three bratva get past you?
