Page 135 of Veiled Amor

That’s all he’d say.

There were more important things in life to obsess over.

Revenge paled to what he felt for the woman nuzzling his neck. Lucia was halfway to being smashed, and his mouth kicked up with a grin as she wriggled and wrapped her arms around him. Capone buried a hand in the back of her hair, keeping her at his neck.

If she crashed emotionally, he’d be there to pick her up.

There was no fucking force in this world to keep him from her again.

“I love you, huh?” He told her, mouth against Lucia’s temple. He felt her exhale, burrowing deeper into him. “God, I love you, Giancarlo.” She started kissing across his neck, and if he didn’t get her somewhere private soon, they’d put on a show, and he didn’t think in the light of day tomorrow his shy girl would appreciate what her drunk-self did.

Thankfully, the Prez had allocated them a room until their early morning flight.

Capone would forever wonder what he did in this life to deserve a woman as patient and kind as Lucia, one with a forgiving heart.

He didn’t deserve her; he knew that.

But he was asshole enough to know when he was onto a good thing and to hold on to that good thing with two fucking hands and never let go.

They’d go forward, and they’d live and do it happily.

And now it felt like a good time to exhale.

To build on what started years ago when they were so fucking derailed.

Back on track, Capone knew he was the luckiestbastardowalking.

“Te amo, mi corazón.” He repeated.

There was no disguising how she felt about him when her head came up. It was all there in her glossy eyes as she nibbled on her lower lip like a siren. “Hey, guess what?”

He half-smiled. “What?”

“Got you.” she dissolved into drunken cackles and rested her forehead to his.

Amused, Capone stroked a hand down the length of her spine, “my little she-devil, married one brother, fucked another. What am I gonna do with you,nena, huh?” it was said with affection because their history might not be pretty. Still, it was theirs, and she was the only woman to dig under his skin, to coarse through his veins. She was it for him.

“Keep me forever.”

Her answer was simple and huge at the same time.

It was their truth.

He’d waited a long time to hear it, speak and feel the truth.

But you know what? Capone agreed with his whole-ass heart.

THIRTY-FIVE

“Her future was bright. Her future was Mercado.” - Lucia

After a night of epic sex with her man, Lucia woke feeling better.

The groan underneath her let her know Capone was awake too. She lifted her head and watched his eyes drowsily open.

Ugh, she’d never tire of looking at his face.

There was no doubt after yesterday that she’d do anything for him.

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