Page 68 of Veiled Amor

“Shut the fuck up, Cole. You heard right; Lucia isminenow. So back the fuck off, you’ve done her enough damage to last several lifetimes. It’ll be me,her husband, who unravels your shit.”

Because she felt unsteady on her Bambi-like legs, she reached out to grip the front of his shirt. Eyes like dark moons switched her way and held for what felt like decades.

She clung tight, making Capone her six-foot-four anchor.

Sure, she’d lied out of anger, but never in her wildest dreams would she expect Capone to back her up. Warmth spread through her limbs, making her lethargic and grateful.

If her father said anything back to him, she didn’t know because Capone cut off the call. “Cabrón.” He snarled, tossing her new phone on the bed.

The surprise of adrenaline rushed erratically through her nervous system.

Uh-oh. She’d fucked up telling her father that little white lie, and now she had to face the consequences with her grown-up girl panties on and everything.

“Well. Listen. I, uhm, so… you weren’t meant to hear that, okay? If you’re angry, then really when you think about it, it’s your fault, Gi.” She huffed.

Okay. So her taking the consequences went a whole other way then. She rolled with it by tipping up her chin in defiance.

Ready for his wrath.

She was ready for—

“Get your ass out there,wife. Vampire wants to win his pool money back.”

Okay, she was not ready for that.

The tension she’d held in her shoulders sagged out, and she smiled as she followed behind the sexiest ass she’d ever seen in her life. “Shut up,” she huffed again.

“Who am I to argue with my better half,sí?”

Damn, it sounded so good. Her stomach twisted into butterflies.

He was joking, but his smirk as he cut a glance back gave her a funny feeling inside.

She was going home with him tomorrow.

And tonight, they’d sleep curled up together.

They had a relationship.

A weird one.

One unexplained.

But it was there. Burning and sizzling.

Even if he didn’t want to acknowledge it and taint whatever self-imposed punishment he’d been living by.

She caught up to him and wound her arm through his.

“Good husbands should know their place.”

“Hmm. So shouldbuenowives.” He rebounded, smirking most hotly.

Lucia knew her place for the rest of the night.

It was being glued to Capone’s side, feeling his hand resting on her hip, pulling her closer.

And she loved it.

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