Page 24 of Mafia Scars

Fuck it, I was going to stay right here in Luc’s arms forever. I wasn’t leaving this room for anything.

“No more fucking, doll, you won’t be able to walk if we continue like this.”

“I don’t care.” I closed my eyes and willed the onset of the day to go away.

“Amelia…” He kissed my lips again. “Amelia.”

I opened my eyes and gazed at him. Sadness filled his eyes, and I knew he was about to say goodbye.

“No.” I shook my head.

“I have to go.”

“Don’t leave,” I whispered.

“Come with me.”

I bolted upright and gasped.

“Go with you?” I searched his blue gaze.

He nodded and sat up too, taking a lock of my hair. “I have to go to Chicago, Amelia. Things have changed a lot. I need to know what’s going on, and it seems that your father will only trust me.”

My father. Luc.

The truth...

It flooded back now. Reality.

I beheld the beautiful but dangerous man before me, who was now standing up on the other side of my bed, looking at me with expectancy.

Stupidly, I pulled the sheets up to cover myself. Ridiculous, I knew, after the night I’d spent with him and all the things we’d done. There was no part of my body this man hadn’t touched, and this was after knowing all that I knew about him.

He walked around to my side of the bed and kneeled down, resting his hands next to me, clasped.

“I know we need to talk,” he offered, probably seeing the obvious shift in my mood.

I stared deep into his bright blue gaze and wished I could take things back to weeks ago when I was ignorant and happier just being in his presence.

“Talk.” I pressed my lips together and blinked several times.

“You hate me,” he surmised.

“No,” I replied quickly. I couldn’t allow him to think that, no matter what the truth was.

“Well, that’s a good start. Let’s work with that. There isn’t much time.”

“Why isn’t there much time?” That was perhaps a stupid question. In actuality, I’d probably had more than enough time since the cat got out of the bag.

“It’s not safe for you here anymore.”

“I’ve been fine.”

“You’ve been fine because they wanted you to think that. You’ve been fine because they allowed it.”

“They? Did you find who’s after me?”

“No. But believe me, if there was any attack on you, my men would have moved in straight away.”