Chapter Eleven
Chapter Ten
Luca
It’s been a painful struggle to leave her alone for even five minutes.
Seeing her naked in front of all those people sent me into a fit of pure possessiveness I hadn’t expected.
I believed that feeling had been reserved strictly for Fields; however, I’d been sorely mistaken.
Angel brought out a completely different side of me in a matter of hours, and it isn’t acceptable.
It’s time to leave for my parents’, so I step into the bedroom to find her in the fucking sexiest plain dinner dress.
When I gave the stylist my request, I had no idea she’d make my wife into a fucking wet dream come true, but damn.
Angel looks delectable in a pale blue dress that cuts just under her knees.
Although her cleavage is still peeking through the top a bit, it’s not overly inappropriate.
Her brown hair has been pulled up into a pretty bun with loose curls framing her face.
Fuck me. She’s gorgeous. The bracelet is on her wrist, and it matches perfectly.
“Do I look presentable?” It’s the wrong question to ask, but I can barely get a word out, so I shake my head.
Instead, I turn around and move toward the bedroom door, avoiding her gaze. “No, but you’ll do. Come. We don’t have time to change. Remember, tonight you’ll do your best to remember you’re happy to be at my side.”
Her heels click loudly as she swiftly moves beside me, and with a deathly glare she hisses, “You might remember that insulting my looks will make it hard to be happy.”
“I never insulted your looks. You’re not presentable, and neither am I.” Gripping her tiny hand in mine, I force it over my length, and she gasps.
“You’re fucking edible. I’m not sure I’ll make it through the entire meal without shoving my dick into your little pussy.
You’re dressed for a business dinner, and yet I want to strip you out of your clothes and toss you on the table, so forgive me if I don’t believe you’re presentable for a family dinner. ”
She blushes and bites her bottom lip. “Now, that’s the look my parents need to see tonight.” I kiss her, and when I pull away, her face falls flat.
“What’s wrong now?”
“Um…if we’re engaged…do you think your parents are going to believe it if I’m not wearing a ring?”
“Oh, shit. Yes, I almost forgot.” I pull it out of my pocket, take her hand in mine, and slide the five-carat stone on her finger.
“Holy shit. This thing is heavy—and beautiful. When I mentioned it, I expected…like some cheap little thing. Not this.”
“You’re the wife of a mafia king. What the fuck do you think I’m going to put on your finger? I can’t have motherfuckers thinking I’d give you a gumball machine ring.”
She sits back and stares at the ring and then looks out the window, saying nothing else to me. I want her to speak, but I suddenly wonder if I’ve stuck my foot in my mouth.
“Do you not like it?”
“Oh no, I love it, but I will need to do lots of hand exercises so I have the strength to wear it.”
“I’ve got a great exercise for you.” She giggles, and I know I’ve got her back for a moment.
“Maybe later. We don’t have time for another shower.”
“You’re lucky.” I take her hand and bring it to my lips. I don’t release it, and she doesn’t fight me on the matter. Strangely, it settles this uncomfortable feeling I have building in my chest. Whenever I’m not touching her, my body tenses up and I feel agitated.
“So tell me about you. Were you always a bad girl?”
“You think I’m a bad girl?”
“No, but you look nervous. My parents won’t bite, Amore. I promise. I don’t think you’re bad at all. A little over your head, but I’m curious. Have you gotten over your head before?”
“No. I was always the average teenager, preparing for college even on the dance team at school.”
“That explains the excellent performance you gave me,” I growl. She blushes and dips her head slightly. “What changed that?” I wonder if it is her parents’ deaths or is there more?
“I’d just graduated and gotten a summer job before college when my parents died.”
“I’m so sorry about that. I can’t imagine that.
” My rampage would be cold, swift, and deadly.
Losing my parents suddenly would be soul crushing, especially at such a young age.
Now that I think about it, it explains the little shit’s outbursts.
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. “I truly am sorry.”
“Thank you. I miss them every day.”
We arrive at my parents’ estate, and I lead her up their steps. Our guards hold the door open as my parents wait in the foyer for us.
My mother takes in the sight of me with a woman for the first time in her home. “Ah, Luca. Who is this?” my mother gasps and raises a brow with many questions running through her happy-go-lucky mind. She’s the polar opposite of my father, and yet they love each other.
“Mother, Father, let me introduce you to my fiancée, Ms. Angel Scott.” My father’s already onto me in a heartbeat. He knows who I have down in our little cell.
“Angel, this my lovely mother, Maria, and my father, Paulo D’Antonio.”
“Hello, Angel. You’re absolutely beautiful. I’m so excited and angry that Luca is only just introducing us to you now.”
“I didn’t want you scaring her away with all your wedding talk.”
“And baby talk,” my mother adds, rubbing her hands together. Of course—how could I forget that little tidbit? It’s not that I haven’t started that request happily. For the first time in my life, I’m gleefully thrilled to provide her with a grandbaby.
“Yes, that would have sent her running.” Angel blushes, and I’m already thinking about how the color spreads down to her breasts and how full they’ll look when she’s swollen with my child. I have to adjust myself carefully without catching their attention, so I move behind her and fix myself.
“Andrea, will you take their coats?” my mother addresses their butler. Angel gives him a strange look, and I make a mental note to ask her about it later. She slips off the new coat she selected, and I can’t help but admire how amazing she looks.
“Yes, Mrs. D’Antonio,” he answers politely. I hold my hands out for Angel’s and then hand it over to him. For some reason, I don’t care for others to touch her. It’s silly, especially because Andrea is married and old enough to be her father or even grandfather.
After our outerwear is taken, my parents walk us into the parlor room to relax before dinner is called. It will be just us for the holidays, which will upset my mother when she learns of my rapid marriage plans, but I hope the sudden change in my future will override her annoyance.
“Please take a seat,” my father says. My mother takes her usual seat while I lead Angel to a small loveseat where I can stand behind her.
Angel looks around the room nervously. “You have a stunningly beautiful home,” Angel says, her voice giving way to her true amazement. Ashamedly, I hadn’t prepared her for my parents because I’d been so caught up in the wedding preparations.
“Thank you. It’s just like Lucas’s home.”
“Oh.”
My mother’s sweet, but she’s no longer the na?ve girl my father married thirty plus years ago. With a raised brow, she says, “Not the condo.”
She turns to me with that motherly look that means I’m in trouble and my father is about to back her up. “You’re engaged and you’ve never taken her to your estate?” she asks with her finger wagging in my face.
“We’ve been busy,” I say, smirking and hoping that they get the implication, even if it embarrasses them.
“Busy? I just saw you…”
“Would you care for a drink?” my father asks, hoping to defuse the tension. I need my head as clear as possible right now. Angel already has me fucked up, and I can’t think straight.
I wave off one for myself, but Angel says, “Just um…water, please.”
My father walks over to the serving station, pulls a water from the mini-fridge, and then hands my woman a bottle of water. I quickly snag it and open it before taking a seat beside her. I rub her back after she takes a drink, hoping to relax her, and it seems to do the trick.
A sense of dawning crosses my mother’s face, and she blurts out, “Wait. Oh my goodness. You’re pregnant.” The assumption is wrong, temporarily of course, but wrong nonetheless.
Angel gasps, shaking her head in dismay. “Goodness, no.” I forgot how terrible that might look on her part. Most parents would flip out and frankly, my parents might even be concerned a bit if I did show up with an already pregnant woman claiming to be carrying my child.
“No. Not yet. At least not until I can get her knocked up,” I answer, gently squeezing Angel’s hand.
“Oh.” My mother’s one syllable holds so much weight it’s like a lead balloon, sinking the celebration I had planned for this evening.
I take Angel by the hand and tuck her arm under mine as I lock our fingers together.
I brush a kiss against her temple. Leaning in, I whisper, “Relax. You’re doing well, Amore.”
“Luca, may I have a word with you?” I look down toward Angel and then at my mother. Something about leaving them alone doesn’t make me feel good. “They’ll be fine. Come with me. I must speak with you on a matter.”
I bend in and say, “Behave. I’ll be right back.”
Heading into my father’s study, I close the door behind myself. “What is it, Father?”
“What is it? You bring the sister of the boy you’ve fucking got locked up in a cell and you’re trying to pass her off as your fiancée to your mother. Do you know what that’s going to do to her when she finds out it’s bullshit? You know damn well I won’t let anyone hurt your mother.”
“I’m not hurting my mother. Angel’s my fiancée. Right now, my son is probably growing in her womb, or maybe it will be soon.”
“What?”
“I’m marrying her. She’s fucking mine, and that’s it.”
“Son, have you lost your fucking mind? You’re holding her brother prisoner.”