Page 88 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

He breathes deeply, his fingers digging into my hip as he pulls me closer, burying his face in the crook of my neck. It’s like he’s trying to hold on to me, to keep me tethered to him, like I’m the anchor he’s been searching for. I can feel the weight lifting off him, just a little, with every breath he takes, and it gives me hope that we can rebuild what was broken.

I focus on the steady rhythm of his breath, the warmth of his body grounding me. For the first time in what feels like forever, we’re just two people in this moment, unburdened by the chaos swirling around us. I feel safe here, in his arms, like I’ve finally found a place where I belong.

But the moment doesn’t last. A sharp, shrill sound rips through the calm, slicing the air with a jarring urgency. My heart skips a beat as the alarm blares, sending a cold wave of fear over me.

Luca’s eyes snap open, his body stiffening immediately. He pulls away from me, eyes wide with shock, panic flashing across his face for a brief second before his usual calm takes over. Butthere’s no hiding the raw emotion in his gaze—the worry, the fear, the anger.

“What the hell is that?” I whisper, my voice tight, fear creeping into my chest as the blaring alarm echoes in my ears.

Luca doesn’t answer immediately. His jaw clenches as he stands up, his body tense, like he’s ready to spring into action. He glances back at me, his eyes dark with something I can’t place.

“Stay here.”

“No.” I shake my head, my heart pounding, the alarm still blaring through the house. Each shrill wail adds to the tension. “I’m not sitting here waiting. We face this together. We’ve already survived too much to be apart now.”

Luca’s eyes narrow, and for a moment, I see that familiar flicker of exasperation—the same look I’ve seen a dozen times this week when he tries to push me away. But it’s not working now, not after everything we’ve shared, everything we’ve talked through. I won’t let him push me out of the equation.

With a growl of frustration, Luca steps toward me, his hands gripping my face with unexpected tenderness as he leans down. His kiss is brief, chaste even, but it’s full of heat and annoyance. When he pulls back, his forehead presses against mine.

“I fucking love how stubborn you are when it’s not directed at me,” he mutters.

I can’t help the soft smile tugging at my lips, but the moment is fleeting. Luca’s eyes harden again as he pulls away, grabbing his phone from the bedside table. With swift motions, he taps atthe screen, his fingers moving faster as he brings up a security feed on the TV in his bedroom.

The grid flickers to life, and I freeze, my stomach dropping when I see the cameras. Dozens of men, all dressed in black, swarm across Luca’s property. I can barely make out their movements, but the way they move in coordinated chaos—armed, tactical, precise—makes my blood run cold. It’s like watching a military operation unfold on my doorstep.

“Oh my God, Luca.” I glance at him, feeling the weight of the situation settle in. “You know that scene inKill Billwhen she fights the Crazy 88s?” My voice comes out barely above a whisper, the question hanging heavy between us.

“Yeah, I was just thinking that.” Luca’s expression doesn’t waver until he snaps out of the initial shock. “We need to get dressed,” he says, his voice steady despite the rising tension, “quickly. And I need to get you to the safe room. Now.”

Right. We are both very naked. And very much under attack.

He’s already moving before I can respond, his eyes locked on the screen like he’s memorizing everything before he turns away. He pulls a gun from the bedside table next, inspecting it. There’s something about the sight of his giant cock, the shifting muscles of his abdomen as he pulls back the weapon, or maybe it’s the cloak of death he seems to drape over himself, preparing to kill everyone setting foot on his land... but... it’s definitely doing something for me.

“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever watched in my life.”

Luca places the gun on his dresser with a boyish smirk, and I follow him into his closet, pulling on a pair of panties and a sports bra from my bag.

“You have a thing for some gunplay, baby?” he asks, looking me up and down before turning back to his rack of all-black clothing. I’m pulling up my yoga pants, trying not to hyperventilate over the idea of him fucking me with his gun.

“I’d be glad to watch you come all over the barrel of my Glock, Lenny,” he says with a smirk, the timbre of his deep voice extra rich.

“We should maybe pin that for later.” I pull a shirt over my head as Luca, sadly, puts away his megalo-dong. I wrap my hair in a messy bun, and he quickly dresses in black tactical pants, a black shirt, and boots. “Just how did we get here from five days ago? Hmm, what a journey.”

He looks every inch the lethal predator, and that only intensifies when he opens a drawer full of weapons that could rival those in any spy movie.

Luca checks guns, sliding them into holsters I hadn’t even realized he had. Clips of extra ammo go into the pockets of his pants, along with several concealed knives. He takes a vest from his closet and puts it on. A rush of relief washes over me until I look back at the screen, and it seems like the attackers just keep coming.

“How far away are they?” I ask, still looking behind me at the screen.

“We’ve got about five minutes,” he answers, taking a quick look. “Okay, you’re going to strap up.” He comes to me with another harness and vest in hand.

“I would prefer to strap-on... but fine.” I tease as he clips a belt around my waist and straps around my thighs. He shakes his head at my choice of humor in the midst of certain death.

He offers me a gun resting in his palm, and it looks so small in his hands. “Check the weapon and the safety.” Luca is watching me, testing me with the gun.

With a deep breath, I run through everything Jax taught me. Apparently, I pass my test. I earn a kiss on my head and a “good girl.”

I’ll take both of those any day of the week, thank you!

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