Page 62 of Veiled Amor

He felt the bile rush up his throat, threatening to choke him to death. At his side, his two fists clenched until the bones were about to shatter.

“Goddamn it,” he cursed and then did it again in Spanish as he took her arm and all but dragged her across the street to the truck.

“Hey! You don’t have to be pissed at me. I didn’t have any choice. Don’t you think I’m mad too? What grown-ass woman can’t rule her own life?” She protested, yanking her arm back. It was only when Capone was unlocking the door for her he sighed, letting his head hang low on his neck.

“I’m not mad at you, Lucia. I’m fucking furious at the whole situation. I thought you were safe by leaving you with him. I didn’t know you’d be farmed out to a drug dealer lothario.”

It was the sound of chuckling that got Capone’s temper draining away. Lucia was in the process of half-climbing into the truck, eyes were lit like two stars, dancing with humor. “Lothario.” She giggled again and positioned herself on the seat.

The rest of his anger seeped away.

He could be mad, but he didn’t need to be mad at her because she liked another guy. Even one as shitty as Mendes.

Before he closed the door to walk around to his side, he said, “Fuck, you were right. I am jealous. Jealous, you feel something for Mendes.”

Her eyes softened as she smiled at him. The hand reaching out to cup his cheek about did him in. “I would have liked anyone giving me kindness, Giancarlo. But Tego wanted to own me in the same way as my dad. You don’t throw money to buy someone.” Tell that to Texas who’d paid for Poppy’s ransom, and then he made her his wife. He’d share that story with her another day. “I got swept up in feeling free, but that was a lie. I feel nothing for Tego. You don’t have to be jealous. He doesn’t kiss me like you do to make me forget my name.” She dared to add, biting on her lip, smiling.

Capone’s head reared up, and he pierced her with a stare hard enough until his cock hurt just thinking about kissing her again. “Don’t mention kissing that guy,any guyagain, Lucia.” He warned, slamming her door. The little brat was still chuckling when he climbed in and started the engine.

“So cute,” he thought he heard her murmuring.

Cute. He’d show her cute if he pulled her across the seat and shoved his mouth where it hungered to be. See how cute she found him then.

“You know,” she started as he pulled away from the curb, heading back to the MC compound. “my nineteen-year-old self would have died a thousand deaths to see you jealous.”

Capone shot her a look to find her smiling his way.

He bit his tongue because all he wanted to ask was,what about Santiago? Shouldn’t you have been only thinking about him?

But the more he thought about it on the way to the MC, Capone knew using Santiago as an excuse to stay away from Lucia was becoming thinner by the day.

She was under his skin, burrowing in places no one else had been before.

It was Capone’s idea about sharing a bed. He was idiot enough to lap up any contact with her, but now he realized what a fucked up idea it was. He should find another bed in the compound tonight.

After several pool games where she whooped his ass and then watched a movie together, they climbed into the same bed. Capone woke in the night with her curled up in his arms, and he didn’t do a thing to stop it. He pulled her closer.

This would end soon enough. He was getting his fill of her while he could.

Yeah, even his dead relatives would laugh at that blatant lie.

He couldn’t let Lucia go.

Not now.

Never.

However many DO NOT ENTER signs he put up around her, he still edged closer.

A man needed his vices, and Lucia was his.

EIGHTEEN

“I don’t belong to you. I belong to him now.” – Lucia

The man was driving her cray-cray!

Some of it was Lucia’s fault.

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