Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
The drive back to Vitaly's is both long and short. Luca gets waved into the underground garage by two guards, and for some reason, I thought we’d be going back to his estate in the country.
“Is this where Pru’s been staying?”
“Yes. With everything going on, Vitaly wanted to keep her close. They needed to be in the city.” That makes me smile. Pru really is going to be Vitaly’s everything. Men tend to keep their mistresses in the city and their wives out of town. Vitaly is keeping Pru wherever he is. “I’m sure he knew Pru would want you close too.”
"Does that mean I'll be in the city?" It dawns on me that I have no clue where I’m going or where Luca and I will live. He must understand my confusion.
“Yes, you’ll of course be living with me, and I own the two floors right below Vitaly's.”
When he stops, I lean over and kiss Luca on the cheek. “I love you,” I say to him, and he pulls me onto his lap once more.
“Good, because you’re stuck with me.” He opens the door and places me on my feet. Then he takes my hand as we walk over to the elevator. I watch as it scans him before the doors open and we step on. “I’ll have you added to the system, but you won’t leave this building alone.” He keys in a passcode and the elevator starts to rise. “Ever.”
“Really?”
“Yes, amore. I know you didn’t pick this life, but being with me could put a target on you.”
“I could be used against you,” I say, and he nods.
“Very much so. I’m sorry for that.” His brows pull together, and I think the realization is truly coming to life. With so many other things happening, it was hard to think about what would happen once we got out of there.
“I didn’t choose this life,” I agree with him.
“I'll get us out if—”
I place two fingers over his lips, silencing him. “I didn’t choose this life,” I repeat. “But I’m choosing it now. I’m choosing you.” Luca and Vitaly differ greatly from the Beneccis. I hated them because they were cruel and only cared about their own sick pleasures. I know that things will be different here.
“Amore.” He leans down to kiss me again, and I melt into him.
“Well, isn’t this interesting?” I jerk back at the sound of Pru’s voice. She’s standing in the doorway of the open elevator doors.
“Pru!” I fling myself at her, and we hug each other tightly.
“You have so much to tell me, you little hussy,” Pru whispers in my ear.
It makes me laugh in the best way. “I was so worried about you.”
“Me?! You were the one back in the estate. I’ve been worried sick about you.” She hugs me again, tighter this time. “But we did it.”
“We did,” I agree. “We got ourselves out of there.”
“You got me out of there.” Pru’s bottom lip puffs out.
“Don’t you dare start crying, because I will too. We did it.”
“There is someone here to see you,” Pru says, and I glance over her shoulder to see my father standing there.
“Sweetheart.” The one word has me rushing over to him.
He wraps me in a bear hug, and I feel guilty. I believed on some level that he betrayed me. I knew he wanted to get me out, but I thought the cost he was paying was too high.
“I thought—”
“It doesn’t matter,” he says, cutting me off. “Just know my goal was always to make sure you girls made it out of there. Even if it cost me my life.”
“Dad.” I swipe away the tears that fall.
“Everything is okay.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I peek over to see Luca and Pru watching us with smiles on their faces.
He’s wrong. Everything is more than okay. It’s actually pretty dang perfect.
Epilogue
LUCA
Seven Months Later…
“We don’t have time,” Nolia whispers, but she still pulls up her dress as I spread her knees.
“Are you trying to rush me?” I kneel down in front of her as she sits on the edge of the table. Her white dress is bunched around her waist, and she looks like a glowing goddess above me.
“Never.” She bites her bottom lip and then looks at the door behind me.
“Don’t worry, I locked it,” I tell her as I hook a finger into her pretty cotton panties and pull them to the side. “Look how pink you are.”
“Luca.” She still manages to get embarrassed when I say filthy things to her, and I hope it never stops.
Whatever protest she was about to make is drowned out by her gasp of pleasure, followed by a moan. She plants her hands on the table behind her as she leans back and I tug her ass toward my mouth.