Page 42 of Primo DeLuca

Chapter Seventeen

Primo

My fingers traced along Nevah’s damp shoulder before I leaned in and placed a kiss there. We had gone at it three times, and I hadn’t had enough and wasn’t sure if I ever would get enough of her. My usual sexual encounters, if you could call them that, were fuck, make the woman come a time or two, get mine, and move on. Half the time, we didn’t even bother exchanging names.

What was so different about Nevah that she could make me want her like this? What did she possess that made me want to find a place for her in my life when my life was literally organized chaos?

Grade A addictive pussy for starters. A physical and mental connection that I still need time to figure out. Smart. Career minded. A shapely body type that has my name stamped on it. And a pretty face to top it all off.

What was there not to like? I couldn’t have built a more perfect woman for myself if I had the app to do so. From where I was sitting, I considered myself one lucky motherfucker.

Nope.

I shook my head when the disturbing thought of letting her go surfaced.

Nevah fell under what I was appropriately calling the learn-as-you-go relationship program. I didn’t give a damn if she turned out to be the most annoying person on the planet; I couldn’t picture me without her now that we were together.

“So the old Don, Don Ermanno, was assassinated, and Don Enzo is now running the family.”

It was a statement. She was soaking up the DeLuca family history and knowledge I was giving her while remaining an active participant in the best and only sex marathon I’d had the pleasure of experiencing. Her interest was all the proof I needed to know that she no longer held on to the illusion of a life of white picket fences.

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Hours later.

We had gotten a decent amount of sleep, considering we’d squeezed in a fourth round of sex and another hour of insightful conversation that gave me a snapshot of her life. Although her father had stepped out on her drug addicted mother when she was a baby, Nevah had been smart and strong enough to overcome her neighborhood, abuse at her mother’s hand, and attend and did impressively well in college.

We eased out of bed at eight, the latest I’d slept in twenty years, showered together, and dressed.

She was the first woman who’d cooked for me, another remarkable quality to add to the collection of reasons I wasn’t letting her go.

She happily served me a veggie omelet, toast, and orange juice. Her company was so enjoyable we didn’t walk out the door until ten a.m. It was time she received a glimpse into a few of my daily duties.

Nevah reminded me that she planned on being at my side no matter the situation. She had nailed home the point last night while riding my dick like she’d bought and purchased it.

As much as I was against her becoming that up close to my work life, she hadn’t given me the option of saying no. At that moment, balls deep inside her with her twirling on my dick, I would have told her whatever she wanted to hear. The moment things settled into a sense of normality in our family, she’d understand that being my shadow wasn’t necessary.

My gaze landed on my driver’s side mirror. Could the black Lincoln MKZ I spotted two miles and four turns back be officially labeled a tail?

The Vittorio family should have called off any more threats they had out on me if they wanted to prevent war and had any self-preservation instincts. The DeLuca that was working with them might as well put a gun in their mouth and pull the trigger. They were free, for now, but I’d caught their scent and wasn’t going to stop until their soul was breaking out of their body to find a safer place than in the same space as me.

Repressing a sigh of frustration, I ran several different scenarios through my head on how this was all going to go down, and none of them involved me dying. A few car rides as my new shadow, and Nevah was about to get her second taste of what it meant to be a DeLuca.

“If I asked you to marry me right now, would you?” I blurted the question, not sure where the hell it had come from all of a sudden.

Her lips fell apart, and her unblinking gaze met mine and froze. I could almost picture the different scenarios running through her head based on what I knew was a difficult question to answer.

Her chin dipped at her hard swallow. “If you asked me to marry you…” Her head dropped, her eyes dropping to her hands sitting in her lap. She lifted her gaze to meet mine, hers shining with a bright sparkle I’d never seen in them before. “If you asked, I’d say yes.”

My big grin must have enticed hers because we basked in the moment before I leaned in, and she met me halfway for a quick emotion-laced kiss. Who the hell was I with this woman?

“So, fiancée, I’m about to make you another promise.”

A slow smile creased her sexy lips, and concern seeped into her expression when I didn’t return one.

“I’ll fight for you until my last breath and will give my life to save yours. I’d vow not to put you in harm’s way, but you kind of took that option away when you insisted on being my shadow.” I glanced in the mirror and spotted the trailing car. “The DeLuca name comes with a lot of danger attached to it. Are you up for that kind of excitement?”

“Oddly, with you, I can’t imagine anything else. But, to answer your question, I believe I’m ready.”

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