Page 53 of Broken Prince

“Oh! Yes, of course, let me help you.”

“I’ll take over.”

I let out a sigh of relief as Dom walked into the room.

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yes, the idiot is now awake and you’ve barely slept or eaten for the past four days. Go eat something and go to bed… I may have left you a little present on the kitchen table.”

I beamed. Nobody ever really bought me presents before—not without something else in mind.

I looked at Luca who winked at me “Yes, you go. Dom loves seeing my dick; it’s more a favor to him than anything really.”

Dom snorted but approached the bed.

“You do look tired, Cassie,” Luca added, finally serious, concern etched between his eyebrows. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yes, I’ll see you later.” I turned toward Dom. “Take care of him.”

“Always,” he replied just before I exited the room.

I wanted to go check my present but suddenly the adrenaline and anxiety of the past few days vanished to only leave a powerful feeling of weariness, and I barely made it to my bedroom before sinking into oblivion.

Chapter Fourteen

LUCA

It took another four days before really being back to myself…well, a beat-up and sore version of myself but at least I was functioning.

I had almost died, I knew that, and I also knew that there was no turning back anymore as far as Cassie West was concerned.

She more than saved my life and despite everything stacking up against me, I realized she truly cared about my broken self… What a miracle for me but what a curse for her.

I had wanted to keep her at bay, to stop her from penetrating my walls, but I’d never stood a chance. There was too much goodness, too much light in her, for it not to weaken the darkness surrounding me.

She had been a beacon of hope with all the kind words, all the gentle touches, and all the quiet strength I witnessed during the few moments of lucidity during my sickness. It had meant everything.

After a shower, that tired me a lot more than it ought to, I walked through the house, looking for Dom.

He had been weird since everything happened, tiptoeing around me…acting like I needed to be handled with care—I hated that.

I found him in the game room playing pool by himself.

“Is this what I’m paying you for?”

He rolled his eyes but leaned on the pool table, getting two balls in with one shot.

“I’m actually not on work time yet,” he replied, rounding the table, assessing his next move. “I’m glad to see you’re back to your charming self.”

“I want to spar.”

Dom looked up, surprised. “Spar? With whom?”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise at the question. “Is that a trick question?”

“Well, it must be Cassie because it fucking ain’t me.”

There was a type of sparring I was longing to do with Cassie which involved a lot fewer clothes and a lot more pleasure than my usual sparring session with Dom.

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