Page 113 of Broken Prince

I adjusted my sunglasses and scanned the blue sea of the Bahamas, looking for my husband.

We had to delay our honeymoon for a while. First, because Luca had a lot of cleanup to do and we wanted to make sure that Jude was completely settled at Hartfield before leaving him behind with Dom.

Luca had managed to get our parents to sign over their parental authority, and I had not cared how he did it. The adoption had been finalized a little over a month ago, and Jude was as happy as I had been to leave the name West behind and become a Montanari.

My brother loved Luca and Dom and neither seemed to mind his little quirks and OCDs. If I had not loved them by then, I would have by now.

Jude loved the house, the library, and the private school Luca got him in.

I lost my train of thought when my husband came out of the water in his black swim shorts, his black hair wet and curling, his big muscular sun-kissed chest covered with droplets of water that I wanted to kiss away.

Luca had rented us a beach villa for two weeks, with access to a semi-private beach, and I saw how the neighbors looked at Luca. With his massive frame and striking scars, he was terrifying, but for me, he wasn’t and hadn’t been since that one night in the library.

When I looked at him all I felt was love, peace, and a healthy dose of lust.

Luca leaned over me and kissed me, sending some blissfully refreshing droplets of water on my skin.

“How’s our boy doing?” he asked, sitting on the lounge chair across from me.

“Which one?”

He chuckled.

“He said Dom is teaching him to fight and he also said we need to stop calling him and babying him.” I smiled at him. “You’ve been calling him behind my back too, haven’t you?”

He shrugged. “I’m worried. He is still so young.”

“Dom is great with him; they are having fun.”

Luca grunted. “The boy is eleven; he doesn’t need fun. He needs structure.”

I laughed at that. “Look at you, being the strict father figure.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“I do, maybe you can punish me too.”

“Don’t push me, woman…” He reached over and trailed his hand up my leg. “Or I swear I’ll take you right here and give the neighbors a show.”

I let out a breathless laugh, getting way too hot under his touch, almost forgetting what I wanted to say.

“You enjoy being a father?” I asked him.

He frowned. “Yes, I told you, I love Jude; he is such an easy kid to parent.”

I nodded. “It’s good, you’ve got about seven months of training left.”

“It’s nice to—” He froze, his eyes settling on my stomach. “Seven months?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Does it mean that—”

“We’re pregnant?” I rested my hand on my stomach. “Yes, we are.”

Luca fell on his knees beside my chair and kissed my stomach before kissing me.

“Our baby…tesora.” He kissed my stomach again, making me shiver.

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