Lawless:Mob Boss Book Three

By: Michelle St. James

He’d been right, but now their time was up. Nico would let her calm down, and then he’d explain. She’d understand. She’d have to.

He turned to face the luxurious office where Angel spent most of her time. It wasn’t the first time he’d been there since she took over Rossi Development and the Boston family. Luca kept him informed about Angel’s movements, and Nico had gotten good at watching her in the post-midnight hours when she slept on the sofa in her father’s old office. He’d just needed to see her up close. To see the way pieces of her hair fell out of the bun at the back of her head, the childlike way she folded her legs under her while she slept. She looked so different then. Different from the way she looked marching into the office in the mornings, her face an expressionless mask.

He almost hadn’t recognized her the first time he’d dared to watch from the sidewalk as she entered the building. She’d looked so focused, so emotionless, so devoid of the vulnerability that made him want to end anyone who so much as hurt her feelings.

But when she slept he could see her the way she had been in his bed. Then he remembered the feel of her porcelain skin under his palm, her body moving under his as she welcomed him into her moist heat, her passionate cries as she came apart in his hands.

She belonged to him. Being without her had felt like missing a piece of himself. It was the worse kind of phantom limb, a dull ache in his chest that was a constant reminder of her absence. He’d spent the last four months skulking in the shadows, sleeping in dingy hotel rooms, eating shitty food while Luca ran New York under Raneiro’s watchful eyes.

And he’d done it for her. To insure that she was safe, that she stayed that way.

He would just have to make her see it. It didn’t matter whether she forgave him. Not really. What mattered was letting her know the extent of the danger she was in. And eliminating that danger once and for all.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He reached for it with one hand while heading for the door.

“What is it?”

He listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. Five second later he was running for the elevator.

Luca was leaning against the building, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, when she stepped outside. She stopped in front of him, her heart racing so fast she thought it might beat out of her chest.

“You fucking asshole,” she said, her voice low.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she was already moving past him, down the sidewalk toward the brownstone that had been in her family since she was born.

“I’m sorry,” he called after her.

She heard his footsteps on the pavement, and a moment later he was walking next to her, his long legs easily keeping pace even though she was practically running to get away from him.

They walked together in tense silence for a couple of minutes, the city dark and quiet except for the street lights and an occasional car. Usually she liked walking home in the dark, even if Luca or one of the other men was always on her heels. But now she was almost shaking, her mind and body overwhelmed with Nico’s sudden reappearance.

“How could you?” she finally said without looking at Luca.

“I had no choice.”

“Bullshit,” she said as they turned the corner. “You let me think he was dead. You…” She inhaled a deep, shuddering breath, dimly aware that her anger was the only thing keeping darker emotions at bay. “You let me go to his funeral. Let me think I was burying him.”

She had a flash of the coffin, the smell of the grass when she’d gone to the cemetery that night, the hole that opened up inside her when she thought she was leaving Nico’s body there.

“I know,” he said. “But this is bigger than the two of you.”

“Sounds like a cop out,” she said.

“It’s not. You’re just going to have to trust me on that.”

“Well, I don’t.” She practically spat the words as she crossed her arms in front of her. “Not anymore.”

He didn’t say anything, but she felt him tense next to her. They’d become close in Nico’s absence. Or she thought they had anyway. Luca had been the one constant in her life, and her most powerful connection to Nico. She couldn’t even fathom the extent of his deceit. All the times she’d been sad and lonely. All the times she missed Nico so much she didn’t think the blood would keep flowing through her veins. Luca had known Nico was alive and said nothing.

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