Page 89 of Scarred Heir
Marchello and Lorenzo conversed by the fire while Ax went to the foot of the path, giving me time to kiss my girl.
“I won’t be long.” I brushed my lips along hers. “If Lorenzo is here, it’s important.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“No more than usual.” I exaggerated that part, because I had no idea what Lorenzo had uncovered. My family business always came with some element of danger, but in the last few months we’d had more than our share. “I’m sure Lissia will appreciate your company.”
“I’ll see you soon.” She trailed her lips to my ear and whispered, “I really like the beach.”
“I bet you do.”
I held the side of her face for a second or two, taking in her beauty. I’d barely had time to recover from our last encounter, but I already looked forward to the next. The sexiest thing about being in Sable’s clutches was she didn’t even realize she had managed to take hold of me.
I never expected the rush that came with falling for her. I had never been the type to lose myself in a woman, but then again. I had never met anyone quite like Sable.
“Milo,” Chello snapped. “Lorenzo needs to get back to Miami.”
He can fucking wait a minute.I leaned down and kissed Sable, running my fingers through her hair before nodding toward the path. “I’ll see you soon.” I winked at her. “Ax, don’t let anything happen to her.”
“I won’t.” Ax met Sable on the beach and escorted her to the path. “You got some sun today.”
“So did you.” She hooked her arm in his as her white sundress swayed with each delicate step she took. “I like this weather much better than what we have at home.”
“I do too,” Ax said. “We’re supposed to get a storm in the next few days. I’m not a snow person.”
Sable had managed to captivate Ax in a matter of days. Whatever she had, she should bottle.
Once they disappeared into the darkness, her absence created an overwhelming void from deep in my chest. It was as if my body, mind, and soul rejected the idea that she wasn’t close to me.Hell!
“I’m really glad you’re getting your dick wet,” Lorenzo said. “But you need to get yourheadback in the game. You know, the head you’re supposed to think with.”
“I’m not distracted.” I joined them by the firepit. “But someone could have warned me you were coming, and then maybe I wouldn’t have almost blown your head off. The one you don’t seem to think with.”
“I wasn’t sure if our visits would coordinate.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver flask. “Here.” He handed it to me before taking another out of his other pocket. “You’re probably going to need a drink for this conversation.”
“That doesn’t sound promising,” I said.
Marchello unscrewed the cap off his flask that he had been holding since stepping onto the beach. “I asked Lorenzo to help me look into something.”
“What’s that?” I asked before twisting the cap of my flask off. “It must be important if you flew here.”
“Your family always keeps it interesting.” Lorenzo took a sipfrom his shiny container. “Every time we avert one crisis, another one causes a clusterfuck.”
“What’s coming at us now?” Were we ever going to catch our breath? “Isn’t Diego enough for this week?”
“This might have something to do with Diego,” Marchello said. “I looked into the botched Pier 57 job, because a sharpshooter getting that close to you didn’t sit well with me.”
“Me either.” I sucked more vodka from the flask as I looked at the scar on the side of my hand that the bullet had left. “Plus, they took out the guy who could give me the information on the stolen cars.”
“Lorenzo is being you, while you’re being me, while Dad’s away.” Marchello emptied what was left in his flask into his mouth, leaning his head back and draining the vodka. “And I don’t know who I am at the moment, but my job is still to protect this family.”
“You’re still relevant,” I said. “We all have a purpose in this organization. But at the moment, we have to do those jobs a little differently than we’re used to.”
It was difficult for Marchello to be so far away from the business, but his first priority had to be to protect Lissia. I’d give anything to have both my father and brother back home running things with me. We were much more effective when we were together.
“The stolen cars were a nuisance, but if someone legitimately took them, we wouldn’t have gotten them back.” Marchello’s profile was illuminated in the glow of the fire. “That was meant to be a distraction for you while something else was at play.”
“Like Diego setting up sex trafficking cells?” I gripped the flask. “Faster than Dad can dismantle them.”
