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Her jaw flexes as though she’s gritting herteeth. Submission doesn’t come easy to her, but she will learn, and she willenjoy it. She’s spent too long shouldering too much responsibility. It’s timefor her to hand all of that over to us.

Her dark eyes meet Alexis’s dancing hazelirises, searching. “Please,” she says softly. “Kiss me.”

It’s perfect. Alexis exhales, pleasure surgingthrough him. Then he leans in to kiss her, long and lingering, a tease ofwhat's to come. She sways on her feet, letting go of the edges of the robe sheis holding together to stabilize herself with her hand on his shoulder. Beneaththe robe is a white nightdress that cuts low in the center and high on thethigh.

Beautiful.

When my youngest brother is done with her, hetaps her on the ass. “Now, go kiss your boss.”

I never liked the title. I didn’t choose to bein this position, but tonight, the power it gives me drips through me like anIV infusion. Aemelia’s approach is tentative, her eyes wide as she searches myexpression.What does he want? What willhe do?The questions are written clearly on her face. Up to now, ourcontact has been a mixture of gentle and harsh, my hand on her ass and betweenher legs but a distant memory to the feel of my arms around her.

“Luca,” she says, interrupting my thoughts.

I hold out my hand high enough that she knowswhat I expect. Holding my gaze, she bends to press her lips to my knuckles—sucha good girl.The sweetness of hersubmission makes me close my eyes for just a second. When I open them, shewatches me, biting back a smile.

Taking her by the chin, I draw her up so she’sbalancing on the tips of her toes. Then I deliver a punishing kiss, pressingthe sides of her jaw so she has to open up to accept my tongue. Her hands gripmy shirt as I invade her mouth, tasting the sweetness of cannoli, rememberingthat my brothers’ kisses are still present on her lips. I plunder her, own her,prepare her for what’s coming, and she moans like the perfect good girl thatshe is.

We’ll find another way to get to Carlo.Aemelia isn’t part of that plan anymore.

But she’s still ours.

Willing captive.

Marked by one of us.

Soon to be claimed by us all.

28

ALEXIS

THE GIFT OF LOYALTY

It doesn’t take long to pack up the house.Andre and Vito carry the bags out to the SUV, Luca spins the keys around hisfinger, waiting to lock up, and Aemelia stands around looking pretty.

My god. She’s beautiful. Like the first sunbreaking through the bleakest of winter skies over this sprawling city.Effortless in a knitted dress and long boots, her hair loose and trailing downher back, her face bare of makeup. Aemelia smiles at Antonio, who keepsappearing with cannoli like some kind of deranged grandmother intent onfattening up her grandkid. Watching him try to spoil her is fucking amusing andpoignant.

I sip coffee, wanting to be alert. Althoughthe risks in this transfer are minimal, my sleep-clouded brain needs help.

“Let’s go,” Luca shouts.

“Hang on.” I gulp the last of the hot, blackliquid and drop the mug into the sink.

“Rinse it,” he barks, so I do, and rest it onthe drainer for the next time our asses need to hide out.

We leave the house and hustle Aemelia into theback of the SUV. Antonio drives, Luca takes the passenger seat, and I get tosit next to our princess.

I reach over to take hold of her belt and tuckher in safely. She smells of jasmine, roses and vanilla creme. Delicious.

“I can do that myself,” she says.

“Yes, kitten. But I want to do it for you.This is what it means to be ours.”

I touch her cheek, then her soft silky hair.When I plant a kiss on her cheek, she smiles. “I get that one for free, huh?”

“Don’t get used to it.”

Vito and Andre pull away from the curb, andAntonio follows, resting his elbow on the car door. Luca’s phone rings, and hetalks business in the usual way, saying very little that could be picked up bywiretaps. These days, he’s shifted most of our business into gambling andconstruction, but there are still legacy commitments that it’s harder to shutdown.

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