That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia (Accidental)

Chapter 44

J ax finds me a robe from Luca’s closet. It swallows me whole, but it’s so warm. Luca pulls a truck around to the front, and Jax carries me to the vehicle, so I don’t step on shards of wood, glass, or blood—and probably some brain matter. Just thinking about it makes me shiver.

“You okay, Peach?”

I nod and smile. “I was just thinking how gross it would be if I stepped on some brain and it squished between my toes. Ugh!” I shiver again.

“Well, stop thinking about that.” He laughs and sets me in the front seat of the truck. His warm hands rub my thighs, and I hold his face, needing to kiss him.

“I watched you on the video. I was so scared,” I whisper, my voice cracking and my eyes watering.

“Hey, don’t cry, baby.” He kisses my cheek, catching my tear on his lips. “We would fight through the armies of hell to get to you.” He wraps his big arms around me and holds me close.

I feel the truck tremble, followed by the sound of something heavy being loaded into the bed of the truck.

“Is that our new fingerless friend, Marco?” I murmur into Jax’s chest, not wanting him to pull away.

He rumbles a soft laugh. I look up at him. “Sadly, our buddy caught a bullet with his skull and won’t be joining us for the rest of the trip.”

Ah.

Enzo steps around. “She good?” he asks Jax, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I say with a grin that I know comes across as a bit melancholy.

Jax leaves to get things from the back of the SUV, and Luca steps out of the wreckage from the recent "renovation."

“Hey, you didn’t run over my computer!” He holds his laptop up in one hand, grinning like a kid in a candy store. “I can’t believe you destroyed my house, though,” he adds, standing by the truck, surveying the damage.

“Yeah, it doesn’t feel good, does it?” I snap, suddenly remembering he blew up my house.

He throws his head back and barks a laugh. Setting the computer in my lap, he leans in and gives me a kiss.

“I didn’t actually blow up your house, Lenny.”

Oh. Well, shit. Those assholes let me believe my house was gone for five days. Payback is going to be a bitch for this.

We drive a few minutes down the property’s main road to a lodge overlooking a small lake. I’m sitting in Jax’s lap because... well, he wanted me to. The truck’s headlights shine on the bodies littering the grass. I can see the murder barn in the distance.

“Jesus,” I mutter, staring out the window. It looks like an old battlefield, bodies lying still where soldiers fell.

“I’ve already got someone on the way for cleanup, Peach,” Jax says, rubbing my leg as he looks out the window with me.

Inside the lodge is a large open space with a living room and a giant couch. A long, rustic wooden dining table with two matching benches sits in the back corner, and the kitchen spans nearly the entire back length of the building. To the right is a pool table, where the boys set our bags.

“I’m going to get Lenny a shower,” Luca says, taking my hand and leading me upstairs while Jax and Enzo finish unloading the truck.

In the shower, Luca holds me under the hot water, running his hands through my hair and helping wash away the blood and dirt of our battle.

“You came out there for me,” he says, his deep blue eyes locking onto mine. Droplets of water hang from his tousled hair, and suds run down our bodies.

“Of course I did.” I wrap my arms around him, standing on my tiptoes. “How could I let you fight alone?”

My eyes drop to his chest for a second as I recall the head exploding on the wall. I try to blink it away, but it’s burned into my mind.

“It’ll get easier,” Luca says, rubbing my face gently. I think he knows the weight of the lives I took is beginning to press on me. “I’m here for you, baby.”

He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind him. I swear to God, these men are never going to let me walk again. They seem to plan on carrying me… forever.

Turning off the water, he steps out of the shower and sets me on the counter to grab a towel from the warmer. Wrapping me in it, he hugs me to his chest, releasing a deep sigh.

“I’ll be okay, I think,” I tell him, sitting back to look at him. “I did it for you. They were going to hurt you.”

I cup his face with my hands. “I would shoot them again if I had to. He leans down and kisses me. “I would burn this world to ash for you, Luca Bellini.”

Luca smiles, and my entire world seems to calm.

“I’ll never leave you again, Lenny.” He rubs my arms, drying me and helping me stay warm. “I’ll never leave your side. And I’ll never hide you away during a fight again.”

This time it’s my turn to smile.

“From now on, every step is together,” he says firmly.

I nod, and happy tears fall from my eyes as he hugs me tightly.

“I love you, Lenny,” he whispers before kissing me again.

Two knocks against the doorframe make us turn. Enzo appears, a towel wrapped low around his waist.

I try not to stare, but the outline of his dick under the towel is impossible to ignore.

My gaze isn’t the only one wandering—Luca’s is too.

Enzo covers his chest with one hand and his junk with the other. “I am not a piece of meat,” he balks.

“It’s not our fault you look like a Greek god,” Luca retorts.

“Jax is making us some food. Come help me move these beds together in the loft?”

I gasp. “Does my dream of being deliciously squished by all three of you while we sleep actually get to come true?”

Enzo gives me one of those rare smiles I try to memorize every time. But this one lingers. He saunters over, placing a hand at the small of my back.

“Every night, angel,” he promises, pinching my chin gently between two fingers and leaning in to kiss me. “Now that we have you, we’re never letting you go.”

Enzo and Luca slide two giant king-size beds together, securing them with zip ties to hold them in place. Meanwhile, I help Jax in the kitchen which consists of me snacking on mozzarella cheese while he slaps my butt each time he walks by.

There’s a pizza oven here, and apparently, when money is no object and you order food for a one-night visit, all the kitchens get stocked with provisions. Jax works the pre-made pizza dough with practiced ease. In no time, the smell of melted cheese and garlicky sauce wafts through the lodge.

I take a swig of beer as Jax feeds me a bite of pizza.

Of course, a mouth-gasm activates instantly. It’s so fucking good, and Jax knows it. His dimples are on full display as he watches me savor the food he cooked.

“Is it weird I want you to fuck me with this pizza?” I ask, tearing off a piece to feed him.

His eyes widen in surprise, mid-bite, just as Luca and Enzo join us.

Enzo pulls me into his lap at the table, his hands resting on my hips as I rub his shoulders.

“Are you sore?” he asks tenderly, his hands working magic on my thighs.

“A little,” I admit, kissing him softly. “But it feels good. Like I’ve survived a gunfight and been well and properly fucked.”

“Damn right,” he says with a satisfied grin. “We’ll keep you that way.”

“So, Squirt,” Jax teases, and I gasp audibly, my cheeks instantly heating.

“How. Dare . You.” My face must look like a cherry tomato as I bury it in the crook of Enzo’s neck. “It’s so embarrassing.”

“Hey, none of that,” Luca says, grabbing my chin gently and turning me to face him. Jax and Enzo wear matching smug smiles, and Luca is trying—and failing—to hold his back. “You’ve really never squirted before? We were your first?”

I nod, still mortified.

“Oh, Lenny,” he says, rubbing his thumb across my lip. “You shouldn’t have told me that. We’re going to make you flood our bed every time we fuck you now.”

Jesus.

“God, that’s fucking sexy,” Enzo growls as Luca leans down to kiss me fast before abandoning me for his true love: the fresh pizza Jax is setting on the table.

“Peach, I’m telling you this right now,” Jax says seriously, though the sucker stick hanging from his mouth kills the effect. “If you don’t drown me the next time you sit on my face, I’m not going to talk to you for like… an hour.”

“Ooh, don’t threaten me with a good time.” I wink at him.

Jax narrows his eyes at me playfully before sitting next to Luca, who shares a fresh slice of pizza with me. Luca uses his thumb to wipe some sauce from the corner of my mouth, then sucks it off.

“You sure you’re okay, Lenny?” he asks, his voice softer now. “It was a heavy day… and an even heavier night.”

I take a moment to think about it.

Luca and I working things out didn’t feel heavy—it felt freeing. I felt lighter. Even after he told me about his mother, about how he killed her and everything else, it was a lot, but not heavy.

I take his hand, playing with his long fingers that I love so much.

“I killed strangers,” I blurt out, and Luca flinches. I know he wishes I didn’t have that experience weighing on my shoulders, but it’s done now. “It should feel heavier, but it’s not. Because it was for us.”

“The first time is hard, baby,” Luca says, his voice quieter now.

Jax places a hand on Luca’s thigh, understanding the weight his mother’s death still holds.

“No,” I shake my head. “The weight of this is not the same. They were strangers. Nothing to me. Luca, you had a lifetime of memories with your mother that I don’t have. I have one cup of hot chocolate…”

The memory surges through me, unlocking a chest full of forgotten moments. My father’s voice echoes in my mind.

Il mio tesoro.

My treasure.

I freeze as the memory plays out, my eyes widening as tears form and spill down my cheeks.

“Lenny, what is it, baby?” Luca asks, panicked, cupping my face in his hands.

But I’m trapped in the memory, a prisoner to the flood of emotions.

“Is she having a panic attack?” Enzo kneels beside me, his gentle touch brushing my cheek. “Angel?”

His soft tone slowly pulls my gaze to him, and the room comes back into focus.

“I—” My throat feels dry as I try to speak. “I remember.”

“What do you remember, Peach?” Jax is behind Luca now, kneeling on the bench and holding my hand.

“Everything.”