Page 25 of The Darkest Prince

Luca shrugs.

“Good luck, Marcello.” Alex tightens her grip around his neck and kisses his cheek, leaving a red lipstick kiss behind.

He lifts her feet off the ground, grabbing a handful of her ass, which looks amazing in black yoga pants that hug her in all the right places. And now that she’s gaining some weight, her body is filling out. Even her tits are getting bigger. They’ve got to be closer to a D cup.

He hugs her back, staring over her shoulder at Luca. “Thanks, princess.”

Marcello enjoys provoking Luca. Showing Alex this much affection pisses him off. He balls his hands into fists at his sides and glares at his brother.

They have never been close. Not even as kids. And Marcello rarely talks to Bash and me. He doesn’t trust us, even though we have been his brother for ten years. But his distrust mostly comes from his ill feelings toward Luca.

Alex wets her finger and dabs at the lipstick on Marcello’s cheek. “Oops! Sorry about that.” She rubs at the same spot until it’s gone. “I don’t want your teammates giving you shit.”

He rolls his broad shoulders. “I don’t care. Maybe it will be good luck.”

Marcello is a year and a half younger than Alex. But you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. While Luca is lean and muscular, Marcello is thick in the arms and chest and is built like an athlete.

He’s got the arms of a professional boxer, which Alex pays close attention to when she tries to curl her fingers around his bicep and only gets halfway.

She giggles and peeks up at him. “Mmm… Your arms are so big, Marcello.”

He bends down and whispers, “My arms are not the only big thing on my body.” He winks, and she blushes ten shades of red. “I’m going to win this game for you, princess.”

“Yeah?” Alex clings to his side. “I’ll be in the stands cheering for you.”

Alex gives him one more kiss on his cheek, and he kisses her back.

“Break a leg,” Luca tells his younger brother.

His words almost sound like he wants him to break a leg because he’s jealous of Alex’s reaction to him. He can’t stand any competition.

So why did he ever ask us to fuck with her? It was his idea for us to reenact his fantasies while he watched.

Luca plans for everything but didn’t expect to like her. His feelings for Alex have put a wrench in his strategy. Letting the three of us get closer to her was a mistake on his part.

He knows it now.

“Cello,” Sonny Cormac calls out to Marcello as he pops out of the locker room. “Yo, we’re up in five. Stop fucking around.”

Marcello and Sonny have been best friends since birth. He doesn’t have Luca or us, so he spends most of his time with Sonny and Drake Battle when he’s home from MIT. Drake is a genius, so even though he should be in the same grade as Marcello, he’s already in college.

“Well, what do we have here?” Sonny shoves a hand through his short, blond hair, glancing at Alex. “Little Wellington. Did you come to wish us luck?”

“Of course.” She beams a smile at him. “Good luck, Sonny.”

Sonny scoops her into his arms and gives her a good squeeze. “Thanks, beautiful.” He glances at Luca first, then at Bastian and me. “Are these animals taking good care of you?”

“Mind your business, Cormac,” Luca snaps, tugging Alex away from Sonny. “Better get your ass on the field. Don’t want to be late, golden boy.”

Sonny snorts with laughter. “Fuck off.”

Marcello takes one last look at Alex, smiles, and then heads into the locker room with Sonny.

“If you touch my brother like that again,” Luca snaps at Alex, “we’re going to have a fucking problem, Drea.”

She folds her arms under big tits and scowls. “I hugged Marcello, you crazed lunatic. Is hugging not allowed in the Luca Salvatore rulebook?”

Bastian laughs. “Cherry, you know better than to poke the dragon. Remember what he did the last time?”

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