Page 120 of King of Omen

Mortified, I eased out of Lorenzo’s arms. ‘Oh no, I’ve disturbed your night.’

He resisted my shying away, pulling me tighter into his grasp. ‘No, cara, you’re not troubling me. You’re not a woman who loses her shit without sound reason, so it must be fuckin’ paramount you’re here.’

Footsteps sounded, and I stepped back, shaking my head, not wanting to cause any drama. ‘I can come back some other time. I forgot it’s poker night.’

His lips quirked. ‘Bella, you’re my woman and in my life now, so they all need to get used to you being here whenever you freakin want to be. End of.’

I gave him a nervous smile as a third human inserted themselves into the conversation and hallway.

‘What’s happening, Lorenzo? I have to play my hand soon so I can head back to my warm and willing bed and sleep off my jet lag.’

My eyes widened at the tall, lean, muscled man with dark brown lustrous hair highlighted in gold falling to the shoulders, a groomed moustache and beard, and a chiselled jaw underneath.

He was model-beautiful, with thick brows above striking eyes I sensed would melt into a heated pool of cerulean bliss or ice over like hell itself. The rest of him, rugged and stunning, carried a masculinity that would leave most women breathless.

His brow lifted at the sight of me. ‘Ciao, I see you.’

I smiled at his drawl. ‘I see you too. Mia. I think we met via a video call a little while back.’

I stuck out my hand, and he took it with a grin, kissing it.

‘Alessio,’ he drawled. ‘This dipshit’s second brother. Indeed, but the screen did not do you justice,’ he charmed with a flicker of admiration and a touch of an American accent. ‘Where has Lorenzo been hiding you?’

My lover sucked his teeth. ‘I’m not hiding her, just keeping her from your one thousand and one questions and leeching eyes. She doesn’t need your particular kind of playboy attention.’

Lorenzo turned me. ‘He just flew in and is being an arse already.’

Wrapping his arm around me, he led me past his curious, smirking sibling down the hallway into his kitchen dining space.

Where a second living god, tall as his brothers, imposing and beautiful, with a chiselled jawline, stood alongside Mauri’s familiar bulk.

Every freakin’ time I was in their company, I was blown away. The Calibrese genes were off the charts.

Vitto strode forward and dropped a kiss on my cheek, jolting me.

‘Fuck off,’ Lorenzo warned his baby brother, who batted eyelashes at him and winked at me.

I tried to smile, but the worry in my heart leaked out, dampening my enthusiasm.

Lorenzo’s brow furrowed, eyes flicking over my face, still clouded over.

‘Give me a few, fratellini.’

The trio grunted, nodded and exited to the deck, sliding the glass doors shut.

Lorenzo turned to me and, to my surprise, hoisted me by the arms onto the kitchen table, moving between my thighs. He stuck a lean, long finger under my chin and tipped my face to his.

‘Talk to me.’

I took my time, forming my words, careful about what to say because it sucked having to discuss my unfounded fears. ‘Someone’s watching me.’

I broke down my encounters with the dark, enigmatic stranger.

Lorenzo listened with pursed lips.

When I was done, he leaned into me and framed my face in his hands. ‘Carlo is still a wild card. We knew he was still in the wind. It sounds like he’s commissioned someone, and they’re getting brazen.’

I nodded.

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