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Luca let out a quiet breath and pulled her closer, tucking her under his chin, holding her against his chest. Like he didn’t want to let go. “When I woke up the next morning, I thought I had died… that I was in heaven,” Luca said quietly. “But I wasn’t. It was his house. His room.” He let out a small breath. “And there he was—Luciano Mancini—arguing with his mother.” Lucy listened, completely still. “He was… what, fifteen?” Luca went on. “And he was fighting for me. His mother kept saying a weak boy like me was useless… that I had no place there.”

She thought about Aldric's forty-five seconds. She thought about Lena saying just more. She heard the door behind her and felt who it was and didn't turn immediately, just let him come to her, which he did, settling beside her on the bench with the ease of someone who had learned the particular geography of sitting beside her. "The children are asleep," he said. "Already." "Luca negotiated for two stories and got them and then attempted a third on the grounds that the first two were thematically connected and therefore constituted a single story. I denied the appeal."

I smiled, looking up into his dark, burning eyes. "He knows the truth now," Luca said. His voice dropped to a low, rough whisper. Luca reached his hand out. He grabbed a loose strand of my hair and twisted it around his long finger. His touch made a warm shiver run down my back. "You are a very crazy caveman," I whispered back, my cheeks feeling hot. "I only protect what is mine," Luca murmured. "Well, Mr. Caveman," I said, trying to catch my breath. "Since you dragged me away from the pizza shop, I am very hungry. My tummy is making loud rumbling noises. You should order the food in right now."

**Chapter 23** I wake with a blanket over my shoulders and a man in the armchair. Luca has not gone to the couch. He sits slumped against the wing of the chair with his jacket off and one hand still holding the black iron key, his head tipped back, his mouth slightly open. In sleep he looks about nineteen. I lie there a long time and do not move. *Eighty-eight days. Find another bride, or make him stop loving you.*

A month later, Luca left Chicago. Maya told me he had handed the Moretti family's daily affairs to his uncle and gone to a remote estate in Sicily. Some said he was healing. Some said the Chairman had crushed him. Others said he had finally cut Clara off. I listened and said only, "I see." Maya went quiet. "You really let him go?" I stood in my new New York apartment while movers set down the last box of books. It wasn't in the Valenti estate or under any family shell company. I had bought it with dividends from my own fund. It had a river view and clean morning light.

I had never been kissed by a man before but I returned his kiss. We finally broke and his icy blue eyes stared right into mine. "What is your name?" "Luca, my lord." "Luca," Lord Kael said, as his fingers slipped into my pants. "I was filled with jealousy while you kissed that slave girl. Therefore, you will become my favorite companion and please me in ways that no one else can."

His mother used to say that Romani men are born with frowns carved into their faces. Luca proved her wrong. He smiled once. Years ago. Before the fire. Before the woman. Anne. Nico has heard the stories. The maid who crawled into Luca's bed. The whore who stole from him. The ghost who died in a fire that no one saw and no one could explain. He has never believed them. Not because he is loyal. Because he knows his cousin. Luca doesn't fall for whores. He doesn't fall for anyone. Except her. He saw it in Luca's eyes, before everything burned. The way he looked at her — like she was the only thing in the world that wasn't pretending.

Luca followed right after, filling him so full that cum leaked down his thighs. That night, Luca was gentler again. He made love to Adrian for nearly two hours slow, deep, emotional thrusts while whispering promises of a future away from blood and power. As they lay together afterward, still connected, Luca spoke into the darkness: “I’m starting to plan our exit. New names. New lives. Somewhere far from Italy. But I need you to be sure. Once I burn these bridges, there’s no going back.” Adrian kissed his chest, feeling Luca’s heartbeat against his lips.

he said bowing down as he left to do Lucas' request. Luca crunched the cigarettes he was smoking down on the floor with his shoes,looking at the busy streets of Sherbrooke as people went about their business but his heart was troubled over that girl. "Red hair"he whispered to himself,choosing not to believe that the great Luca had been tamed. Walking into his hotel room last night to find a red-haired lady lying on top of his bed and moaning as if she was being knacked was something that was uncalled for.

He finds everything she does cute. He too laid down on the bed beside her. Emma placed her head on his chest and wrapped an arm around his abdomen. He snaked one of his arms around her shoulders and the other arm folded under his head. "You are so warm" she sighed with a smile. Luca smiled at her comment. 'Only she will call him warm' he thought. "How was your day?" She asked him. Luca killed a contract killer, who was sent to kill him, before packing his body and sending it to the people who hired him, the Russians.