Page 61 of King of Omen

Lorenzo froze, giving me a loaded glance, pulled away from the sink and prowled to the front door.

I watched him leave, eyes on his narrow hips, sexy butt and thick thighs. I pressed my own together, overwhelmed with desire.

Seated across from him at lunch, it had taken all my ever-loving strength not to tilt in, brush his dark hair from his forehead, and kiss his rough, warm lips.

When his veined, sinewed hand lay in mine, I was hit with a rush of need. One so strong, it’d snatched my breath away, my fingers itching to trail themselves all over his body.

More muscles rippled beneath his taut six-pack, leading to slim hips and sculpted thighs. His ass in fitted shorts and under his tee was a sight to behold, fucking hot mountains of sinew bulging with veins that only added to his appeal.

Like many Italian men, he dressed with a sartorial nonchalance that screamed confidence and effortless style.

He had an aura about him- an undeniable magnetism, and it was utterly consuming. He exuded an air of mystery, a man of numerous secrets and hidden depths.

He was also a man who took charge, and I discerned he had no qualms with imposing his views, restless until others aligned with his wishes.

He was likewise a risk taker, pushing those around him to take on danger like he’d had Mauri and I do the night before. I supposed people tended to hand him the reins without question.

He had no fear of confrontation; rather, it was his first step toward resolution.

Whereas some avoided life’s unpleasantness, I sensed he’d no problem with facts or the truth, no matter how distasteful it might be.

He had presence, charisma, and gravitas in spades, and I wanted him, craving and thirsty for him.

Voices broke through my reverie.

I turned from the counter where I’d been drying a bowl as Lorenzo strode in, followed by his brother Vitto.

The younger Calibrese came to an abrupt halt upon spotting me.

Vitto’s eyes narrowed as he took me in.

‘Who’s she, and what’s she doing here?’ he growled.

Lorenzo placed a hand on Vitto’s shoulder. ‘Relax, fratello. Recall her from the wake?’

Vitto jolted, eyes widening, and his hard face softened. ‘I remember, you were amazing,’ he murmured in a sudden switch to warmth and graciousness.

‘Meet Mia,’ Lorenzo rumbled. ‘She’s the reason Bianca was laid to rest well.’

I shrugged with a slight smile. ‘I did what I had to, all for her.’

Vitto inclined his head. ‘She found a treasure in you, which Lorenzo didn’t waste time snapping up. He’s a lothario at nabbing the best before we get dibs.’

Lorenzo cursed, chiding his brother. ‘Vitto, stai zitto, shut it. She was here when our unwanted visitors came by. She’s here until we work all this shit out.’

I nodded, amused by the sibling bickering and the love the pair clearly shared.

Vitto’s eyes flicked between us, settling on his brother, and I tagged the unspoken question in his eyes.

I chose to escape. ‘I’ve got a class; I’ll see you later.’

LORENZO

I’d never been hit with such dread as when, after dispatching my assassin, I’d discovered that the woman crouching in my hallway was Mia.

Which signalled to me that I needed to sort my shit and that of my family so it’d never come close to touching her or us ever again.

Vitto stayed for the next couple of hours, and we nested in the study, which showed no signs of the violence that had befallen it a few nights ago.

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