Page 96 of Luca
“Why is there a pink, Gucci bag back there?” I asked him curiously.
“It’s our hospital bag.” When I gave him a blank look, he continued. “Diaper bag. Stuff for mommy and baby. There is another bag in your car. We can’t be prepared enough.”
My heart swelled. His name settled into a permanent place in my heart, marking it as his. It was risky. Friends who deeply care for each other was probably much safer, yet my own heart refused to heed the warning.
“Let’s go,” Luca announced, putting his hands behind his head and stretching his legs.
I narrowed my eyes on him as I put the car into drive. “I’m not your driver.”
He chuckled. “Right now you are.”
As we drove from the Upper East Side, he directed me all the way to the airport.
“Backseat driver,” I grumbled as I pulled up to the private airport and shifted his fancy Mercedes into park.
I went to unbuckle my seatbelt but he stopped me. “Don’t get out. It’s cold and windy.”
“Okay.”
His palms cupped my cheeks and he tugged me closer. “Be good while I’m gone,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. “No reckless behavior.”
I acted appalled. “I never act reckless.” Then added the word I learned in Italian, “Marito.”Husband.
His eyes flickered with amusement. “Been studying Italian?”
“I can’t have you talking to our baby in Italian and me not understanding a single word.”
With another kiss, or five, he finally tore himself from me and exited the car, and I watched him board his private jet. Before he entered the cabin, he turned around, looking sharp and like a million bucks and then shocked the hell out of me.
He blew me a kiss, followed by an arrogant wink. So corny but so fucking sweet.
* * *
My brothers stormedinto the penthouse, dropping a duffel bag in the middle of my living room.
“Jesus, tell me you’re not moving in,” I grumbled, remaining in my seat with my feet propped up on the coffee table.
The twins rolled their eyes. Their leather jackets were soaked, dripping down onto the hardwood. They wore their typical outfit. Jeans. Combat boots. Leather. The only thing I couldn’t seem to spot was their weapons. They always had weapons on them.
I tilted my chin towards the bag. “What the hell is in that thing?”
“Defense,” they both answered in unison.
My eyes flicked to my eldest brother who just shrugged and rolled his eyes.
“Are we expecting a war?” I asked.
“Maybe,” Kyran answered cryptically.
“I’m not even gonna ask,” I muttered, shaking my head.
Aiden took a spot next to me and propped his legs parallel to mine, his arm coming around me. “Don’t worry, sis, I’ll stay and watch over you if those two idiots prefer to get themselves killed.”
Tyran flipped him a bird.
“We know you’re scared,” Kyran taunted.
“And I know you’re stupid,” Aiden retorted. “Don’t mistake scared for smart.” He was tense. When I gave him a questioning look, he just answered, “Business stuff.”
