Page 21 of Mafia Princess

Luca sits on the edge of the bath and surveys the damage to my face. “I think you’ll live.”

He narrows his eyes. I know just from the set of his jaw that he is plotting revenge for whoever did this to me. Dante and Enzo will happily go along with his crazy idea as long as they get to torture someone.

I shove another large piece in my mouth and my tattoo on my inner wrist catches Luca’s eye. He reaches for me and takes my arm in his hand, twisting to get a better look. “New addition?”

“Another kill down,” I answer mid-chew. I swallow the pancake and gaze up at him. “Don’t you tattoo your important kills for reference?”

“I don’t have enough skin for that.” He breaks off a piece of the pancake and throws it in his mouth, still holding onto my wrist with his other hand. He runs his fingers over the three lines. “How many more?”

“Only two.”

His ebony eyes weave spells of illicit magic over me and I feel a connection like never before. He’s my dark poison who understands my need to etch my kills on my skin for eternity.

He winks and breaks the moment. “Always here to assist.”

“Noted,” I wink back at him to let him know that I understand. “Now, get out and let me savor the rest of this pancake in peace.” I grab his hand before he moves. “Thank you.”

He stands without answering and waltzes out of the bathroom, his bare ass decorated with the bow from the apron tie.

I climb out of the bath and drape my robe around my shoulders, sliding my glitter-covered arms through the sleeves. I tie it up and head to the kitchen where I find Luca concentrating on his phone screen, his fingers typing fast.

“What are you doing?” I question him as I grab out the milk to make coffee.

He looks up and studies my face again. “Getting insider information.”

“Luca, please leave it.” I frown and turn to the coffee machine. Sharp pain stabs me from the sudden movement and I suck in a breath.

“Sorry, no can do. You don’t just go around beating up women.” He watches me as I breathe in as deep as the pain allows me.

“My brother and cousins will handle it. I can fucking guarantee you that much.” I would happily punch my fucking brother in the face myself if I knew he wouldn’t feel like absolute shit for being the cause of this.

“I’ll give them a week.” Luca’s eyes grow dark and they drop back to his phone.

I turn around and ignore him, continuing to make the coffee. I hear his movements and turn my head to find him standing at the fridge, the Barbie apron still tied around him. I run my eyes over his muscled stomach, tracing them up over the contours of his chest, and finally meet his sultry dark eyes. He is devastatingly beautiful and I crave him more than anything right this minute.

Luca prowls toward me as I silently will him closer. Milan’s words loudly play in the back of my mind. I’m torn. I halt him mid-step and press my hand into his chest. “We can’t,” I blurt out.

His eyes search mine. “Are you too sore?” He looks worried again.

As easy as it would be to lie to him and use my injuries as an excuse. I owe him the truth. Always the truth. I won’t lie to him to spare his feelings. I pause, trying to find the right words. “Milan said we can’t fuck until the engagement night.”

He looks at me, serious for a split second before his face lights up and he bursts into laughter. “Are you fucking joking?”

“It’s not a joke. He said he’d kill you if we fucked before then.”

“He doesn’t scare me. Besides, how the fuck would he know what we do, anyway?”

“He probably has this place under surveillance.” My eyes dart around the room looking for tell-tale signs of bugging.

“What about after this dumb arrangement?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“He said we can fuck as long as he’s watching.” I roll my eyes. Men are such fuckwits.

“You worry too much.” Luca closes the gap between us and drops to his knees. “Let’s give him a show he’ll bat one out over.”

“Stop.” I try to pull him back up.

He catches my wrists in his hands and a wicked grin spreads across his face. “He said no fucking. I’m obeying his stupid rules here, Maya. I’ll obey whatever the fuck you two want as long as I have part ownership of this.” He lets go of my wrists and nudges my legs apart. “Spread them, baby girl.”

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