Page 86 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

“Come for me, Luca.” He grunts as I work him with my hand and meet his thrusts while I clench my pussy around him. “I’m a fucking whore for your cum. I need it.” I squeeze and massage his balls, and he moans each time. “Please let me have it. My pussy has been starving for you, Luca.”

He pumps his release into me with a roar until he’s spent. Still sheathed in me, he pulls me up so my back meets his chest, and he holds me, peppering kisses on my shoulder and cheek, then on my mouth again.

His cock slides out of me and his hand is there. His cum leaking from me, into his palm. Luca keeps his mouth on mine, devouring me. After a moment, he runs his hand up my abdomen and my breasts until he’s gripping my throat possessively. His cum dripping along my body and down his wrist.

“Say it again, baby.” With his other hand, he rubs his cum into my skin, pinching and rolling my nipple. Marking me, like a claim. “Say you’re mine.” His kiss turns gentle now. His hand slides back down my body, cupping my pussy.

I thread my fingers into his hair, panting as my heart pounds in my chest. “I’ve always been yours, Luca. Forever.” I add with gentle smile at the warmth that spreads throughout my body.

“I love you, Lenny.” He kisses me again. “I’ll love you until the day I die.”

Irest my chin on Luca’s chest, my hand rubbing lazy circles around the soft tuft of dark hair, my fingers tracing the mark on his chest. I see now it’s a tattoo, but I can’t tell what it is. My lazy circles match the ones he is drawing on my back. My hair, still damp from our shower, is splayed on the pillow behind me.

The silence is easy; just filling the space with each other is enough amid the heaviness of what Luca has unloaded. He told me how he killed his mother: he strangled her with his bare hands.

The same hands that fascinate me so much. The hands that hold me so fiercely and love me so tenderly.

When he hacked into the mob’s dark web, he was determined to learn about the hit because it was his mother who accepted the job. The payout was huge, and he wanted to know whose life was worth that much. When he couldn’t find a way into my father’s home with his computers, he met her there at the door.

She had worked for three months to seduce my father, knowing his penchant for taking on wives. She never reallyintended to marry him; in fact, the marriage wasn’t even legal. She only wanted to get close enough to come back and kill me.

It was going to happen the night my father introduced us. She was going to plant a device that would disable my father’s security system at a certain time. Luca says it was like a bomb but an electronic, silent one.

She would only need long enough to slip inside the house. From there, her virus would overwrite the cameras’ feed with one she pre-recorded. She would be free to take her time with the kill and stage it as if my father had murdered me. I would be gone, and so would he.

But she didn’t get to do any of that because Luca met her at my father’s front door just before he opened it. She had no choice but to play along as if she’d brought her son to meet her fiancé. What luck—my father had also called me to dinner for the same thing.

Luca didn’t know who would walk into the room. Horror washed over him because he knew his mother was planning to kill me—the woman he loved.

He knew immediately what he would have to do, so he left to prepare himself.

Luca came back that night and intercepted his mother before she could trigger her bomb. He pleaded with her not to go through with it, but she refused. She owed a crime boss, and this was the only way to clear her debt.

He told his mother that I was the woman he had fallen in love with at college. He had spent months telling her all about me, about Lenny. She never connected his nickname for me with Delaney Caputo—the mark she was going to kill.

Even after learning that, she was still going to do it.

So, Luca did the only thing that would keep me safe. He tackled her to the ground and straddled her chest, pinning her arms to her side. He strangled her. He watched the life leave hereyes. He sat there, in a dark corner of my father’s property where the cameras didn’t reach, and he called a Cleaner, telling him he would owe him a favor that could be called in anytime.

He called Jax.

While he waited for Jax to arrive, he watched me sit on my balcony and cry over him. He watched me dial his number, trying to call him, and then cried himself when he silenced my calls and sent them to voicemail.

He decided then that he couldn’t be with me and protect me. So, he promised himself he would stay away. He would watch me live my life from a distance and protect me.

He thought it would only take a few weeks… months, at most. Luca was going to find who put the hit out and he was going to end them himself. Then he was going to come back to me and beg my forgiveness.

In the nearly two years following that night, he and Jax had a few casual flings, but Jax went off the grid for a while—because he was hunting me. When Jax watched me cry over a cupcake through the scope of a gun, Luca watched Jax through a scope of his own. He watched Jax pause, and something inside him made him pause as well. Luca followed Jax as he followed me and saw the second Jax fell in love with me.

He knew the moment I burst into laughter at the spilled wine that I would fall in love with Jax too. So, he kept hunting my hunters. He stopped watching, not wanting to see me fall for someone else.

Then, before he knew it, it was my wedding day—the day I was going to give myself over to someone forever, and it wasn’t going to be him. Luca got wasted, and then he got a call from an inmate, one looking to cash in a favor. Jax, arrested at the altar, asked Luca to watch over me.

He laughed maniacally and told Jax everything. That yes, he would watch over the woman Jax loved, but Jax needed to know he loved me first.

Luca and Jax worked together then. Jax from prison and Luca tending to everything on the outside. He became a killer, a fighter, a getaway driver, a sharpshooter. He became whatever the job needed him to be. And he kept me safe.

He told me the same story Enzo did about the girl who was shot sitting at my desk—how they cleaned it up and took care of her respectfully for becoming an innocent victim in this war against me.

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