Page 116 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

Tight.

Like she never wants to let me go.

And I know I never want to let her go.

When I can move, I gently slide her onto the mattress, pull on my pants, and run her a bath. I fill it with salts and essential oils I got for her and help her in. I wash her hair, enjoying the feel of the heavy wet silk in my hands, then I get a sponge and rinse it before slowly starting to wash her.

She’ll probably need a shower later. And I can surely giveher one. I intend to. I want to spend a week just fucking her before I have to deal with the fallout from tonight. Very specific fallout.

Of course, it might not be that bad. Just some bad decisions and a little naïveté on behalf of certain people, but I can’t think about that right now.

“Why the fuck did you leave the house?” I ask, squeezing water out of the sponge so it cascades down her back.

She shuts her eyes. “He must have been watching.”

“Doesn’t explain it.” I already know who O’Sullivan was doing side deals with but?—

Fallout is fallout.

Time enough for that later. Like I said, people make bad decisions when they don’t have the whole story. And I never told de Rosa to keep far away from O’Sullivan or Piotyr Osinov, and even if I had, I’d never tell him why.

“You still left, Lucie. Why the hell were you going to the Diamond District?”

“Because Dad needed me to pick up a package. He sent a car and—oh God, I have to call him and let him know what happened.”

Everything in me goes cold. “I already did.”

But that coldness is my defense against the towering rage that’s growing in me. Because the moment she spoke, everything became horribly, starkly clear.

I’m going to have to do something.

And I think I’ll lose her forever when I do.

I never called de Rosa. I was planning to, but now things are falling into place. If she stepped out to get a car she’d ordered, it’d be one thing. If it was to get something for her father, which is odd, and he sent a car, yet O’Sullivan turned up, then…

Fuck.

“Lucie,” I whisper, turning her, kissing the back of her neck. “I need to go do something, but my brothers are here. So are your rat and Arnold. You’ll be safe. I’ll be back soon.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond. I dress, then grab my gun. This time I don’t say a word to my brothers, and I order the guard in the car outside to get the fuck out. I slide in behind the wheel and take off.

Vincent de Rosa’s at his fucking club, the shitty one we went to once before. This time there are people here, but he’s upstairs in the private section. One look at the bouncer and he steps aside. Vincent sees me, his smile sliding away.

One of his guards reaches for his gun, but all it takes is me looking at two other men in there, men I know, men I’ve been doing business with long before de Rosa. Our business isn’t huge, but it’s been good, clean, respectful, and they nod to their men who stand down de Rosa’s.

It’s clear no one’s stepping in. They’re all going to watch.

Fucking fine by me.

I grab de Rosa by the shirt and throw him onto a table, jamming my gun against his temple.

“Lucie is alive, you fuck. No thanks to you.”

There are a ton of answers he could give.

“Do you have the package I sent her to the Diamond District for?”

It’s the wrong fucking answer, the wrong fucking tone. Not one iota of concern or feeling. He’s just playing his game, and I know what I want to do, but because she’s his kid, I give him one chance.

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