Page 75 of Mafia Scars

A buoyant smile inched up those full, sensual lips of his. Charming and sure, showing off perfect white teeth.

“Come with me, and I’ll show you how much trouble I can be.” He tugged on my hand, but I pulled back.

“Luc, we can’t be gone for the day.” I had to be realistic, as nice as it sounded. We had to plan. If it was one thing I knew, it was trouble never rested. It was like interest. It continued to grow and fester until you did something to stop it. There were no breaks. So, we had to jump to whatever plans we had before things started heating up again.

“We do, goddess. I want a… I want a normal day with you. Just one day, then we can go back to this. We can acknowledge the shit that’s being thrown in our faces. I want to make love to my girl.”

I couldn’t stop the smile that came to my lips. “Make love?”

“Make love. There’s a difference. Don’t tell me I was the only one who spotted it the other night.”

He wasn’t.

I knew what he meant.

There was a point the other night when I’d thought I would float away. My body disconnected from my soul, and it was like I was looking at myself with him, holding me, touching me like he couldn’t touch me enough for it to be enough.

“No, you weren’t.”

“Good, come with me, goddess.”

Chapter 16

Amelia

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I pulled on a summer dress I used to wear when I was here last. I was surprised that my body still fit into it. I guessed, though, that except for the increase in the size of my breasts, my body was still pretty much the same size.

Actually, I looked better, more like a woman.

I wanted to go to the stores at some point and grab a few things, just clothes to wear and other items. I didn’t know when that was going to be, though, with everything going on, and it looked like today Luc had other things in mind.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror and then my room before I left. It had been nice sleeping in my room. Dad had left it all the same too.

Last night when I went in, I’d been surprised to see it just the way I’d left it. He’d had it cleaned. That much I could tell because of the fresh pine scent that filtered through the air. I didn’t do any more exploring, though, other than looking through my clothes in the wardrobe. I didn’t want to see anything dance related or Julliard related, or Mom related. I wasn’t ready for any of that yet.

A baby blue, nineteen-fifties-style Cadillac was parked outside on the drive.

I gasped at the intricate beauty as I beheld it. This was the kind of car you’d see in a film or in some collector’s room. Probably worth millions.

“Is this yours?”

“It sure is.” Luc smiled, running his hand from my waist to my ass and giving me a little tap. “You like it?”

“It’s beautiful.” It was truly beautiful, but then everything was. His cars, his home, his heart,him.

“Hey, there’s only one beauty here, and that’s you.” He winked at me. “Goddess.”

“Charmer.”

“Just telling the truth, doll.”

I giggled, feeling… well, what could I say? This felt normal. Being with Luc was the only normal I had because I could be myself with him.

I didn’t know how I could feel this way in the midst of all that was going on.

But the answer was him. I’d realized the other day that that feeling I got about nothing else mattering when I was with him was real.