Page 171 of Legacy
“You glow.”
My breath catches.
“The moon is worshipped.Prayedto. Followed across oceans and lifetimes. It rules the tides.It pulls. Iteclipsesthe sun.”
There’s a lump in my throat I can’t swallow. My heart cracks open.
“You can’t compare,” he murmurs, “because it’s not even a competition.”
Something tightens in my chest, uncomfortably so. I try to breathe it out.
But it’s no use.
This man.
His words echo through me like a pulse I can’t slow.
The moon eclipses the sun.
And now he’s just looking at me like I’m something sacred, something worth worshipping. And I want him.
Dios, do I ever want him to worship.
He leans in, my lips parts.
A sharp thrill cuts through the moment. Angelo shifts pulling back, patting his pocket.
“Shit. Sorry, my phone,” he mutters, pulling it out. “I forgot to turn it off.”
He answers it with that clipped, commanding tone that makes my spine straighten.
“Amato.”
His brows knit together almost instantly, shadowing the warm softness he had just seconds ago.
“Who?”
His eyes flick to me, assessing. Calculating.
He exhales, low and heavy. “I’ll be there. Give me fifteen.”
The call ends.
“Opulent,” he explains, already anticipating my question. “They need me.”
“Your strip club,” I murmur.
He nods. “Yeah. Some business I’ve got to handle. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
“No.”
His head jerks slightly at my interruption. I see the protest forming in his throat. He’s seconds away from telling me the same shit I’ve heard from all the men in my family that being the head of a syndicate is his job, that I wouldn’t understand.
But I’m quicker.
“I want to go with you.”
He stares at me. Like I’ve just said something wild.Dangerous. Maybe I have.
