Page 64 of Legacy
“Angelo is in the middle of a war. It’s not safe to fly you out right now.”
A war. My stomach twists at the thought.
“And when exactly were you planning to tell me this?”
Fire burns my throat.
Luciano’s gaze softens, but his voice stays firm.
“When the time was right. Until then, stay here, fuck around, and don’t do anything reckless.”
“Reckless? Me?” I scoff annoyed.
Rafael gives me a teasing grin. “You did just jump me in the middle of a sparring match. Reckless is practically your middle name.”
I glare at him, a faint smile tugging on my lips.
“AlsoI could help you with the fucking around if you’d like…for old times sake,” Rafael winks.
Luciano groans with a grimace.
“Carajo, do that flirting shit somewhere else.”
Ignoring Luciano, Rafael saunters over towards me, a wolfish grin playing on his lips.
“What do you say, Scarlet, care for some distraction?” he asks, his timber voice echoing slightly in the room.
He tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.
My body lights up.
It’s beenmonths.
“Rafa,” Luciano warns. The annoyance blatant in his tone.
My eyes narrow at Rafael but a growing heat in my cheeks rises. I shake my head, forcing a laugh.
“You’re impossible.”
“Guilty,” he admits, holding up his hands as though surrendering.
His grin, however, is anything but repentant.
Luciano rolls his eyes and moves to exit the ring.
“For the love of God, both of you find someone else to flirt with.”
He walks away before abruptly pausing, turning back toward me. His expression stern.
“Adriana. You’re married, no fucking Rafael.”
Fuck.
The door clicks shut behind Luciano, and the room suddenly feels too quiet, the sound of my heartbeat thrumming in my ears.
Rafael doesn’t move at first, just stands there. The only sounds in the room are his soft breaths and the quiet creak of the ropes as heleans back against them, watching me. The heat of his gaze sends a shiver down my spine, and I hate myself for noticing.
He breaks the silence.
