Page 72 of Veiled Amor

“About three years. It’s quiet and suits my needs. I sometimes stay in a room at the MC too.”

Ah. Probably where he took his women. Lucia’s stomach turned over when she drank a big gulp of coffee to stop her from asking about that side of his life.

She didn’t want to know.

Nope.

As she saw it, Capone was a deliciously born-again virgin man, and the only time he had sex was with her years ago. If she’d been abstinent, then so could he.

She had the healthiest libido, being around him proved that.

Living with him, however short that might be, was going to play havoc with her emotions.

Cool your jets, Lucia. This was a strict roommates only situation. Just because she’d claimed him as a pretend husband didn’t mean it gave her rights to him. More’s the pity because she’d take all the rights to climb him and plant her Lucia flag on his forehead.

Clearing her throat, he beat her to the punch by speaking. “You sure you don’t want something to eat?” He was cute, looking out for her wellbeing.

“Not yet, but I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs.”

He took her for a walk around the block, familiarizing her with stores.

“Do you wanna hang upstairs or come with me? I gotta head to the club for a few hours.

“Oh, can I go?”

“Sure,” he half-grinned.

Lucia was half-stunned when he took them down to a private garage and walked over to his Jeep. Next to it was a giant Harley Davidson, and it was the beast he climbed onto.

Excitedly nervous, she let him help her on, and she clung like a limpet. No shame in her game, that was for sure. She caught Capone laughing. “Nena, I’m gonna need some skin left on my stomach, try not to dig your nails in, huh?”

“I can’t promise anything,” she warned, resting her chin on his back. He hadn’t even started the engine yet, “your skin will grow back.”

“You’ll enjoy the ride,” he promised.

And you know what? The man wasn’t wrong. When she became used to the smooth motion, she peeled open her eyes. It was exhilarating riding behind Capone.

By the time he pulled into a spacious courtyard, she was flushed in the face from the chilly breeze and grinning like an idiot.

“Oh, wow. I want to learn how to ride. Will you teach me, Gi? That was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

There was something unreadable on Capone’s face. Maybe pleasure. Whatever it was made her feel funny as she realized she was gripping the front of his shirt. Slowly, she let go.

“We’ll see. You want a ride; you come to see me,sí? Don’t ask to go on anyone else’s bike, Lucia.”

What an odd thing to say, but she nodded. She only wanted to ride with him, anyway. It felt downright painful to step away from him, but she didn’t get far when he hooked an arm around the back of her waist and walked them toward the building.

She was about to walk into Capone’s world.

* * *

“I’m excited to see inside. To see what you like about being in a motorcycle club. Is that nosy of me?” The tinkling excitement was in her voice, and he fucking loved listening to it. Cutting his gaze down, he found her looking up, smiling. Another hot snatch in his stomach. “Lucia Cole, nosy? Never.”

“Lucia Mercado, if you please. I am yourwife,after all.” She teased, and wouldn’t you know at that, Snake, the biggest club gossip, was coming out of the entryway with an arm around his old lady, each of them holding one of their twin sons.

“Wife? Did I hear right?” Snaked asked, bouncing his gaze between them.

Lucia, the little witch, dared to laugh as she clung to him.