Page 69 of Veiled Amor

NINETEEN

“Home sweet home. I didn’t know I was bringing a wife.” - Capone

The flight into Denver went by uneventfully.

It didn’t hurt that he had Lucia snuggled up to him for most of the journey.

Or how she’d practically climbed into his lap when the flight attendant smiled at him a little too long with suggestive invitation in her lavender eyes.

Fuck’s sake. It felt as though he had a boner for hours because of Lucia’s jealousy.

It might have tortured the hell out of him holding her, but the rightness outweighed what his brain was telling him not to do.

Reluctant to wake her when they landed, he pressed his lips to Lucia’s forehead. “We’re here,amor, wake up.”

“Five minutes.” She grumbled, burrowing into his neck with a moan. He shouldn’t smile, shouldn’t encourage his fucking heart to enjoy this moment.

From the minute he’d laid eyes on Lucia, he’d been a dumb asshole, unable to stop the pull toward her. What was a few minutes more, huh? He kissed her temple again, a grin in his voice when he whispered. “We’re already the last ones to deplane,nena.”

“Okay, baby.” She replied sleepily, and Capone’s heart nearly went into cardiac arrest hearing the endearment.

Baby.

The last and only time he’d heard her say it to him was when they were fucking the mass funeral out of memory.

Now he’d give his left and right nuts for her to repeat it when he was pushing inside her.

His cock jerked, and he had to swallow hard when she roused enough to flicker her eyelids open, looking up at him like a doped-up owl.

God, she was stunning.

“Are we there yet?”

He grinned. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Thankfully, the rest of the journey was without emotional upheaval as he collected their bags and met the prospect outside with the truck.

Getting her settled in should be his only aim.

Capone worked best when he had a plan in mind.

He was no longer the loose cannon he’d once been right after his family was killed, but where Lucia was involved, he could quickly go off the rails again because she unhinged him like an insane patient.

“Oh, my god, it’s freezing.” She exclaimed happily once they stepped outside. He’d made sure she wore a coat, and now he bit back a grin as he reached over to pull up the hood against the light rain.

“Told ya,nena, it’s a long way from the Miami sun.”

“I love it,” her teeth clacked as she blew out puffs of air, so he hustled her to the waiting truck parked illegally. Slider grinned from the driver’s seat.

“Yo, boss, good to see you. And who is this lovely?”

Before he could make the introductions, she stretched out a hand, “Hi, I’m Lucia, Capone’s wife.” Fuck’s sake. His cock loved that. Slider’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he looked at Capone.

“She’s crazy.”

“Yeah, crazy in love.” She joked, winking at him while he amped up the heater for Lucia sitting in the middle of the two men. It took Lucia three seconds to chat the head off Slider about places she should visit.

What a helpful little shit the prospect was. If he kept grinning at Lucia in thealways want to get laidway, Capone would have to rethink hisyayvote when it came time to patch him in.