Page 30 of Stolen Christmas
Her heels click loudly as she swiftly moves beside me, and with a deathly glare she hisses, “You might remember that insulting my looks will make it hard to be happy.”
“I never insulted your looks. You’re not presentable, and neither am I.” Gripping her tiny hand in mine, I force it over my length, and she gasps.
“You’re fucking edible. I’m not sure I’ll make it through the entire meal without shoving my dick into your little pussy. You’re dressed for a business dinner, and yet I want to strip you out of your clothes and toss you on the table, so forgive me if I don’t believe you’re presentable for a family dinner.”
She blushes and bites her bottom lip. “Now, that’s the look my parents need to see tonight.” I kiss her, and when I pull away, her face falls flat.
“What’s wrong now?”
“Um…if we’re engaged…do you think your parents are going to believe it if I’m not wearing a ring?”
“Oh, shit. Yes, I almost forgot.” I pull it out of my pocket, take her hand in mine, and slide the five-carat stone on her finger.
“Holy shit. This thing is heavy—and beautiful. When I mentioned it, I expected…like some cheap little thing. Not this.”
“You’re the wife of a mafia king. What the fuck do you think I’m going to put on your finger? I can’t have motherfuckers thinking I’d give you a gumball machine ring.”
She sits back and stares at the ring and then looks out the window, saying nothing else to me. I want her to speak, but I suddenly wonder if I’ve stuck my foot in my mouth.
“Do you not like it?”
“Oh no, I love it, but I will need to do lots of hand exercises so I have the strength to wear it.”
“I’ve got a great exercise for you.” She giggles, and I know I’ve got her back for a moment.
“Maybe later. We don’t have time for another shower.”
“You’re lucky.” I take her hand and bring it to my lips. I don’t release it, and she doesn’t fight me on the matter. Strangely, it settles this uncomfortable feeling I have building inmy chest. Whenever I’m not touching her, my body tenses up and I feel agitated.
“So tell me about you. Were you always a bad girl?”
“You think I’m a bad girl?”
“No, but you look nervous. My parents won’t bite, Amore. I promise. I don’t think you’re bad at all. A little over your head, but I’m curious. Have you gotten over your head before?”
“No. I was always the average teenager, preparing for college even on the dance team at school.”
“That explains the excellent performance you gave me,” I growl. She blushes and dips her head slightly. “What changed that?” I wonder if it is her parents’ deaths or is there more?
“I’d just graduated and gotten a summer job before college when my parents died.”
“I’m so sorry about that. I can’t imagine that.” My rampage would be cold, swift, and deadly. Losing my parents suddenly would be soul crushing, especially at such a young age. Now that I think about it, it explains the little shit’s outbursts. I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. “I truly am sorry.”
“Thank you. I miss them every day.”
We arrive at my parents’ estate, and I lead her up their steps. Our guards hold the door open as my parents wait in the foyer for us.
My mother takes in the sight of me with a woman for the first time in her home. “Ah, Luca. Who is this?” my mother gasps and raises a brow with many questions running through her happy-go-lucky mind. She’s the polar opposite of my father, and yet they love each other.
“Mother, Father, let me introduce you to my fiancée, Ms. Angel Scott.” My father’s already onto me in a heartbeat. He knows who I have down in our little cell.
“Angel, this my lovely mother, Maria, and my father, Paulo D’Antonio.”
“Hello, Angel. You’re absolutely beautiful. I’m so excited and angry that Luca is only just introducing us to you now.”
“I didn’t want you scaring her away with all your wedding talk.”
“And baby talk,” my mother adds, rubbing her hands together. Of course—how could I forget that little tidbit? It’s not that I haven’t started that request happily. For the first time in my life, I’m gleefully thrilled to provide her with a grandbaby.
