Page 61 of Veiled Amor

He said it.

It was Capone’s name who Lucia cried out when he made her come. If she had any feelings for Mendes, he’d burn them out of her, one monstrous orgasm at a time.

Capone didn’t feel any different from Mendes because if he thought it would work, he’d pay millions for Lucia too. His intentions would be dirty and pure and coming from a place of need. Not to own her as a thing. It would be to worship her in the ways he’d only dreamed about.

He might think along the same lines as Mendes, but it didn’t stop him from hating the bastard. “Whatever was between you is over, don’t care if he strode through the door right now. I wouldn’t let you go to him.”

She looked taken aback. Her eyes round and dreamy. He knew he’d said the wrong thing the second Lucia smiled. “Is that so? What if he was rescuing me?”

“Too late.” He snapped, making her grin wider. “You’re already rescued. He can fuck off.”

“Giancarlo.” She squeezed out before she started laughing. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

Jealous. She had no idea how possessive he felt about her, like a dog with its favorite toy. He mentally added Mendes to his hit list.

Jealousy was a look he didn’t care for.

What would he have done had she told him she was engaged or married to a guy? What would he have done if she’d been pregnant and happy?

Probably gone wild and then brooded for the rest of his life on what he’d lost because he couldn’t get past his hang-ups.

It made Capone an idiot.

They wanted each other.Crazily. That much was clear.

He could hardly take a breath without wanting to take her in his arms and inhale her in greedy gulps. He either needed to get over his shit or let her go.

“Excuse me, the formidable Giancarlo Capone Mercado doesn’t get jealous, does he?” She teased, eyes twinkling with mirth.

Rising to his feet, he fished out his wallet and rolled off two twenties, plus a tip, tossing the money on the table. “Have you had enough?”

“I’m full to the brim.”

Fuck’s sake. The image to flash through his mind was everything to do with filling Lucia to the brim. He growled under his breath, feeling unhinged.

No other woman in his life got Capone on edge this way. His blonde spitfire tied him in fucking knots, like a teenager vying for the attention of the prom queen. Capone had skipped out on his prom, too heavily into the biker scene. But he sure as hell would have shown up in a limo and dirty intentions had Lucia been around when he was eighteen.

“You look mad. What’s up, Gi?” She asked when they were on the street. The touch of her hand on his arm burned.

“I’m pissed off.” He told her truthfully.

“Do you want to share why?”

“How do you go from a man like your father to someone like Mendes?”

She snorted. A cute little sound. “If you weren’t paying attention, it wasn’t exactly my choice. My father told me I had to help this guy out. The maid packed for me, and I was escorted the next day. And then six months later, I was taken home as quickly.”

“Has he done that before, rented you out?”

“Jesus, Gi. Make me sound cheap, why don’t you.”

Frowning, he stopped her there on the sidewalk, saw how highlighted in color her face was, and he instantly regretted his choice of words. “I didn’t mean it like the way it came out,nena.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to her temple, asking for forgiveness.

“No, he hasn’t ever done that before. He didn’t even call to check up on me while I was in Tego’s house. The man could have killed me, and dad wouldn’t have known, so as much as he insists he wants me home, it has nothing to do with fatherly care.”

Just one more thing for Capone to feel explosive over.

If he’d stolen her from under Nicholas’ nose, she would have been better living the MC life.

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