Page 48 of Mafia Scars

“You okay, princess?”

These men with their names for me.

I nodded. “I think so.” I looked at the tissue and saw there wasn’t much blood. Another dab at my nose, and I seemed to get the last traces of it.

Nose bleeds, whatever next? It had to be the stress and the trauma of yesterday.

“Bad dreams all night?” He quirked a brow.

“I’m sorry. I …”

“It’s understandable.”

“Thanks for coming to get me, for saving me.” I couldn’t remember saying that, and I should.

“My brother and I don’t exactly get on most times because we’re so different, but I’m there for him when he needs me.”

That was nice. “How different are you? You tend to act similar, and you look alike except the hair and…” Maybe his eyes weren’t something I should mention. What if I offended him? I’d heard of the eye color mix, just hadn’t seen it on anyone myself.

“My eyes. I got cursed. My father’s eyes are blue, and my mother’s are brown. I guess I got one from each.”

Luc had told me about his mother. About how she’d left them when they were younger. It figured the curse was having her eye color.

“Oh. My father’s eyes are brown, and my mother’s were gray.” If we were talking along the lines of curses, then I guess I was, too, with having my father’s eyes.

He chuckled at that. “You’re okay, not bad for a cop.”

Of course, I was entering territory where I’d most likely be the scourge of the earth.

“Is that what people are going to be like when they see me? On guard because I’m a cop.”

“Nah. They won’t. There are only four people who know that. Me, Luc, my father, and yours. Wouldn’t be too good a thing to alert the whole underground that we’ll have a cop amongst us, and hey, the cop is Raphe’s long-lost daughter.”

I noted that he and Maurice had called my father Raphe and Luc by his full name.

“I’m just going to Chicago to… I don’t know. There are several reasons to be in Chicago, and there’s only one that I truly want.”

“What’s that, princess?” A lock of his long hair fell over his brown eye, and in his face I saw Luc.

If there was anything yesterday taught me it is that life was short, and I didn’t want to live it in confusion.

I didn’t want to spend it wondering if I should be with Luc or not.

Claudius was living proof of how much Luc cared for me.

Right now, all I wanted was Luc, to be in his arms and hear him telling me that I was his.

“Luc,” I breathed, eyes averted from Claudius, staring at the jagged patterns on the carpet.

“Well, well. The cop and the mobster,” he taunted. I returned my focus on him. “Can’t wait to see how this works out.” A smile inched across his full lips.

“You don’t think it will?” It was the only thing I could come up with because of his vague attitude.

“You’re a cop; he’s a mobster. You do the math. One of you has to stop being who you are. And I don’t see you giving up the badge.”

Gigi had assumed Luc would change for me. I’d assumed that he would too because he didn’t want my father’s business, but did I expect him to be a cop?

He hated being a cop.