Page 82 of Scarred Heir
“My father enjoys the finer things in life, so he makes sure all of his properties are of the highest standards.” I guided her to the door. “Once shit settles down, I’ll take you to some of our other homes. The properties where you will need a passport.”
I hoped a less violent time for my family was in the future. But my instincts knew better.
“How many are there?”
“I don’t know.” I breathed in the coastal air. “Too many to remember.”
“Milo,” Dom, one of Marchello’s guys, met us at the door. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too.” I shook his hand. “You’re doing a fantastic job with all the traveling and what goes with keeping Chello and Lissia safe.”
“Thank you.” He nodded to the men guarding the gate. “I’ll have them get your bags.”
“There isn’t too much.” I nudged Sable forward. “Dom, this is Sable.”
“Nice to meet you.” Dom smiled. “Did you have a good flight?”
“Very good, thank you.” The blush in Sable’s cheeks darkened, enhancing the freckles that dusted her flawless skin. It didn’t take a genius to know she thought about theway I kept her busy on that flight. I’d lost track of how many orgasms she had. “Milo was a perfect traveling companion.”
I grinned as I placed my hand on her back and led her into the house. “The perfect traveling companion?” I whispered into her ear. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I don’t have any fear of flying now.” She kissed me, lingering at my lips as she spoke. “As long as you’re with me.”
“Milo!” Lissia screeched as she ran down the hallway in a white bikini and a large, straw hat. “Marchello told me five minutes ago that you were coming.”
She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a tight hug, covering me in the coconut scent of sunscreen.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Marchello joined us in the foyer, waiting for Lissia to get her fill of me before he leaned in and hugged me, patting me on the back for a few seconds. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too.” I stepped back and smiled at both of them, relieved to see they were okay.
“You must be Sable.” Lissia pulled Sable into a hug that she wasn’t expecting, but once she stabilized her footing, she embraced Lissia. “Milo has told me so much about you. We text all the time and he sends me pictures, but girl, you’re even more gorgeous in person.”
“So are you,” Sable said. “I’ve seen your wedding pictures. They are stunning.”
“Hello, Sable.” Marchello put his arm around Lissia. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Hi, Marchello.” Sable extended her hand for him. “Milo talks about you often.”
“I probably don’t want to know what he says.” Chello shook Sable’s hand. “I’m happy you could come with him.”
“I’ve missed you so much!” Lissia took my hands. “There’s no one here to control Marchello when he gets crazy.”
“Who makes him crazy?” I laughed.
“That would be my wife.” Marchello glanced at Lissia. “But you’ve done a fantastic job with our itinerary and security. I’ve heard no complaints from Mrs. Accetti.”
“Are you kidding?” Lissia spun around, making a grand gesture of the foyer. “One place is more fantastic than the next.”
“I’m glad you approve,” I said.
“I’m actually mad at you.” Lissia put her hand on her hip. “How come when I had to go to the safe house last fall, you sent us to the boonies in New Jersey?”
“There was nothing wrong with that property,” Marchello said.
“Yeah, she made the perfect hostage.” We could joke about it now, but there wasn’t anything funny about it then. “Every time I came to visit, I wondered which one of you was going to kill the other one first.”
