Page 103 of The Devil's Heir

I pop my mouth off her breast and gaze into her warm, brown eyes. "I can never get enough of you, Liliana."

Her smile falters just a little before her hand comes up to cup my cheek. "I'm not sure what you're doing to me, Falcon, but I beg you—please don't hurt me."

"Never again," I assure her as I drink in her beauty, then turn my head and kiss the palm of her hand. "Come on, let's feed the baby."

Climbing off the bed, I swoop down and retrieve the white undershirt I had discarded hours ago. I help her put it on, then slap her ass playfully to get her moving toward the table.

"Mm, is that my favorite dish I smell?"

"Unless it's changed recently, then yes, it's lasagna." I lift the lid to her plate, and she inhales the sweet Italian aroma. "Sit."

She obeys like a good girl, and I sit beside her. We sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments until, finally, Lily asks, "How was your trip?"

"Wasteful, for the most part," I respond with annoyance.

She winces, and I immediately cover her hand to reassure her that I'm not annoyed at her for asking. I explain what happened, mostly. Typically, I wouldn't talk business with her, but I find it so easy to share things with this woman.

"So, what are you going to do to get your money back that Rossi stole?" she asks, then bites her pasta.

I shrug. "Joey knew the daughter, so he took her. We're holding her hostage until her father pays up."

Lily stops with a bite halfway to her mouth and frowns. I know that look. I sigh and set my fork down, crossing my arms as I sit back.

"What is it, Lily?"

"You abducted an innocent woman?"

I roll my eyes. "No, I didn't. Joey did, and nothing is going to happen to her, pauper."

"But why did you have to take her—or why did Joey have to take her?"

"I think you're forgetting who I am, Liliana. I cannot allow anybody to steal from me or make a fool of me, and Rossi has done both. This is the only way to grab his attention."

"God, I'm going to be sick," Lily states, placing her hand over her flat stomach.

Well, shit.

"If you're going to make yourself sick over the work I do, I will not share it with you anymore. You knew the kind of man I was when you moved in here. Just like you knew the man I was when you agreed to have my heir and gave yourself to me freely just hours ago."

"Do you have her up in the attic?" Lily asks with a sneer.

"Why the fuck would I have her in the attic?"

"Isn't that where all the Falcon men keep their women?"

"I'm not even goingto entertain that with a response because we've already discussed those rooms." I glance at her plate, then back up to her glowering expression. "Eat your dinner, Liliana."

She pushes her plate away. "I'm not hungry."

Now I'm pissed. I stand and turn her chair to face me so I can lean down into her face. Maybe she's not comprehending what it means to be mine, or perhaps it's just her pregnancy is turning her into a hormonal brat.

"You are going to eat your food and feed my baby. You signed on for this. You are going to take care of what is mine and in case you've forgotten—that includes you."

"Please, Jarek… don't make me hate you over this." Lily turns narrowed eyes on me.

At this point, I throw my hands up in the air, adding frustration to the list. "What would you have me do, Lily? Rossi put a hit out on me, and Joey got shot! There, now you know everything. I was trying to save you from worrying, but you're so damn stubborn!"

"What do you mean he put a hit out on you? Rossi tried to have you killed?" Lily asks incredulously.