Emil let out a low whistle. “That’s a big step.”
“Probably. But right now, I just need you to get me one. I’ll figure out the next steps on my own.”
Hell, no, I wasn’t certain. Actually, I felt like someone had kicked me in the balls. Was this how all men felt when they made the decision? “Yeah,” I forced out. “It is.”
“Any idea what she likes?” Emil asked. “You know the ring is everything.”
“Just send me some pics,” I told him before ending the call. I didn’t want to give Leda up.
She was mine. And if I put a ring on her finger, then it meant she would always be mine.
Chapter 39
Lucas
The next day, I watched as Leda walked in the garden, her fingers drifting over the various flowers that had bloomed. She had asked me to have lunch with her in the garden and, unable to turn her down, I had done so.
That and I had fucked her among the flowers, not even bothering to strip my pants off while I pounded into her from behind.
Now I was sated, my pulse finally returning to normal, and wondering what she would say once Emil got back with the ring tonight. True to form, he had sent me a few pictures, all of which I had given some sort of critique until he had finally shown me one I thought would look good on Leda’s hand.
Emil had promised to deliver it himself from the city, and the thought made me sick.
It had nothing to do with Leda, truly. I was about 75 percent sure she was going to say yes, and if she didn’t, well, I wouldn’t blame her. I had ruined her life by associating her with my own life, with a former whore who also doubled as a Don without a Mafia to fall back on.
If I was her, I would run.
But if she hadn’t by now, I didn’t think she planned to, and that was why I wanted her as my wife. If we were able to get out of this shit and I could get my fucking Mafia back, then the next course of action would be to make her my wife, to have her in my bed for the rest of my days.
It wasn’t a bad thought.
My cell phone buzzed in my shirt pocket, and I pulled it out, seeing Nico’s number on the screen. I still didn’t know how I felt about being in a partnership with the Don who had been named a traitor to his own kind, but I really didn’t have much of an option to be picky.
Plus, it was Leda’s brother, and if I wanted to stay in her good graces like this, to have this fucking peace about me, I needed to play nice with him.
So, I answered the phone. “D’Agostino.”
“Are you in the vicinity of my sister?” he asked.
My eyes found Leda, watching her stoop to sniff one of the flowers. I marked the flower in my mind for later. “I’m watching her right now.”
“She can’t hear you, right?”
I frowned. “What’s going on?” I knew they were close, but something in his voice gave me pause.
He let out a slow breath into the phone. “My fucking father got released this morning. He’s being put back in house arrest as we speak.”
Shit.
“I don’t want her to know yet,” Nico was saying, his words coming out in a rush. “He won’t come after me. Not yet. But Leda, she’s going to be the one he comes after.”
“I will protect her,” I told him, clenching my free hand into a fist, the need to throw Leda over my shoulder and hold her hostage in the house behind me almost overwhelming. First Adrian and now Carmine. I wouldn’t be able to fight them all.
“With what?”
I couldn’t reply. Nico was right.
“You could still get out,” Nico said after a moment. “I can get you both to a safe house by the end of the night. Just walk away from everything, Lucas. For her.”