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Lucy was frozen with shock at the sight of Renzo sitting with Luciano. Her heart jumped into her throat. She and Rosa had worked so hard to hide Renzo from the one man who always seemed to appear out of thin air, yet here they were—the two people who should never have known of each other’s existence, bonding over ice cream.Suppressing her panic, she darted toward Renzo and scolded him in a low, trembling tone. ”Why did you leave without telling me, Renzo? I was so worried; I nearly died from the stress!”She grabbed his hand and pulled him from the chair, desperate to leave as quickly as possible.“I am sorry,” Renzo pouted. Lucy’s heart melted at the sight of his sad face; she shook her head and offered him a soft, strained smile.“Let’s go. I still have three hours left of my shift,” Lucy said, and Renzo nodded obediently.“Can I take these with me?” he asked. Lucy looked at the massive bowl on the table and the cone still in his hand.“Renzo, you can’t eat that much ice cream,” sh

He didn’t have to nudge her lips apart; she opened for him willingly, letting his tongue meet hers in a passionate clash—his fighting for dominance, hers for relief.Their lips molded perfectly, moving in sync. The only sounds were their heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic slickness of their mouths. Their moans mingled with the scent of arousal permeating the air, thick and intoxicating. His hand slid up to one of her breasts, kneading and rubbing it tightly. At the same time, his hips kept jerking forward, grinding his bulge against her and making her moan into his mouth.He pulled away with a hard tug of his teeth against her lower lip. The sudden loss of his mouth on hers left her reeling. She opened her eyes, panting, only to find him lowering himself to his knees. The next moment, his hands were on her heels, slowly lifting her feet one by one to remove her shoes. Her jeans came next. He popped the button with swift urgency. The zipper was dragged down with such force that it ne

The hum of the jewelry store lights was the only sound in the shop as Lucy’s shift came to an end. She had already cleared an early exit with her manager, as Renzo was with her today. A younger girl was already stepping in to take over her station at the counter.Lucy walked into the back office—the manager’s cabin—where Renzo was fast asleep on the small couch, a half-eaten slice of pizza still in the box next to him."Thank you for letting him rest here," Lucy whispered, offering a small smile. Renzo had grown tired of playing in the playroom and was getting sleepy, so the manager had suggested she let him sleep on the couch in his office.The manager, a middle-aged man with kids of his own, just waved it off. "Don’t mention it, Lucy. He’s a good lad. He fell right out after the second slice.""Thank you," she said, carefully lifting the sleeping boy. In the four years she had worked at this store, no one had ever seen her pregnant or heard her mention a husband. Today, she had simp

Luciano frowned at her response. Rosa pushed against his chest, and he rolled to his side. His length pulled out of her, making her bite her lip and wince at the sudden friction.She began to sit up, but his eyes narrowed as anger surfaced once more. He caught her face, clenching her cheeks between his fingers and thumb—careful not to touch the wound on her skin—and forced her to look at him. “What did you say?”But his rage evaporated the moment his cold blue eyes met her tearful ones. Something shifted deep in his chest. His gaze remained icy, but the fury that had shimmered there vanished. His grasp softened, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek, though she only furrowed her brow, trying to pull away in frustration. Finally, he let her go.“Baby,” he breathed out, his vo

Luciano stepped down the stairs, walked to the door, and opened it. Reid and Luca were standing there with one more man: Kane.Luciano already knew who it was; Reid had texted him earlier about their arrival. He had wanted to postpone, but Reid insisted it was critical to meet. Luciano had no choice; one delay or one failure could cost him more than just money. It could cost him his manpower, and he valued his men’s lives above anything else. After all, they were the hands that ran his global empire and kept him on the throne.He told them to come inside the mansion for the meeting. Although he never allowed anyone into his private residence, these were his most loyal men.Luciano’s men entered, exchanging glances after they caught sight of the raw scratches on his shirtless chest and back, with a few on his neck as well. The marks were fresh, a blatant indicator of the passionate encounter he had been occupied with before their arrival. They collectively cleared their throats and ave