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“You touch him again, Enzo, and I’ll bite your head off,” she growled.
“Basta,” her father growled.Enough. “Or you’ll be in timeout until you’re eighteen.”
She didn’t hear the threat, her eyes on the boy who stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He kept a wary gaze on the boys who attacked him.
“The boy is impressive,” Luca murmured. “Four boys against one, and he’s less bruised up than all four of them combined.”
He was right. My eyes traveled over the boy with thick black hair that reflected a blue hue under the light of the sun. The boy was young, maybe eleven, but his prominent cheekbones and eyes darker than the night already hinted of a man who’d grow into someone that was bound to break women’s hearts.
Whether he wanted to or not.
“They attacked Amadeo,” the little girl hissed. “He was just talking to me and they came behind him and started the fight.”
“Aria Elora Costello, I saidbasta.” Her father’s face turned dark. “Did your brother teach you to do that? To fight?” It was clear by the way she pressed her lips together, she wouldn’t answer him. The old man sighed and lifted her up into his arms. “What am I going to do with you?” he sighed.
“It wasn’t right,” she murmured with a sorrowful expression.
Suddenly the crowd parted and Mr. Marchetti strode over. His eyes took in the situation, then turned to the boy little Aria bit and the boy that was attacked.
“Enzo, Amadeo,” he started calmly, but there was a note of warning in his tone. “What happened here?”
Answers all came at the same time. From the boys, women, and men. Italian, English, and another language I didn’t understand.
The only ones that said nothing were Aria and Amadeo.
The girl with wild curls spun of gold and light blue eyes locked eyes with Amadeo. Unspoken words passed between the two, her light clashing with his darkness.
And somehow I knew that his darkness loved her innocence.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
MARGARET
The honeymoon had officially started the moment we left the reception and boarded the luxury yacht. The term yacht didn’t match this ship sporting three split levels and a pool. Tinted windows ran alongside the deck, hiding the inside from any eye.
“Just us on the boat?” I questioned Luca.
“Just us and the crew.”
One of the crew members showed up at that moment, greeting us and taking our bags into the suite.
When he disappeared from view, I glanced at Luca. “Two bedrooms, right?”
We had our little interlude during our picnic, but I didn’t want to rush into anything. We had time, and I wanted to take it slow.
He didn’t answer. He just took my hand as the yacht slowly left the dock. “Let me show you around.”
I grimaced. “I’m not exactly full of grace at this stage of my pregnancy.”
“I’d never let you fall. I protect what’s mine.” His words were full of something dark and sinful, it had my insides shaking. This had to be my punishment for getting pregnant. My body reacted to Luca tenfold and it only took a mere glance from him for my panties to soak with the evidence of my desire.
Karma was a bitch. In my case, a wet panty kind of bitch.
We boarded the waiting luxury yacht in Sicily, and I had to remind myself to close my mouth because I stared left and right in wonder. I had never seen so much luxury in my life, and it wasn’t as if I grew up in poverty.
The tour of the yacht lasted forever. At least it seemed that way. There were large living spaces on each deck. Lounges and lush cabins. A master suite with a jacuzzi and a glass bottom window to the ocean below. And let’s not forget the helipad.
“Whose yacht is this?” I asked him as we took our spots at the beach club area on the bottom deck.
