My orgasm hit me full force and Lucas swore as I flooded him, unable to do anything about the sounds of our bodies slapping together. Lucas’s fingers dug into my hip before he stiffened and poured into me. For a moment, I watched his face, caught in the throes of his own release, and it was a sight to see.
In that moment, Lucas wasn’t the Mafia Don.
He was Lucas, the man I was in love with, the father of my child, and I would do anything to save him.
He rolled off me and collapsed on the bed, panting slightly. I stared up at the ceiling as my body floated back down to earth. “You sent me away.”
Lucas sighed. “I did, and it was the biggest fucking mistake of my life.”
Well, at least he was admitting it. “Why?”
He sat up on the bed, peering down at me. His expression was hard, but his eyes held something I couldn’t decipher. “Because you weren’t safe with me, Leda. I have a bunch of assholes coming after me, and you can’t be hurt. I won’t allow it.”
I looked up at him, the afterglow of our furious sex session now starting to fade away. “I don’t want to be separated from you again, Lucas.”
His hand slid up my side, leaving goose bumps in its wake. “These past few days have been hell on me, Leda. I don’t think you know what I have gone through. Nor you me.”
Oh, I had a pretty good idea what he had gone through as I had done so myself.
“So what is your plan?” I asked instead, moving away from the subject for now. “What are we going to do, Lucas?”
He rose off the bed, and I ogled his tight ass before he reached for his pants, sliding them on. “We aren’t going to do anything, Leda. I am going to stop Adrian. And your father.”
Anger bubbled to the surface, but I tamped it down, knowing how well it had worked previously when I had offered help. I knew he felt like he couldn’t protect me, it hadn’t slipped past me that he might have sent me away because I was trying to get involved.
One thing I had learned about Mafia Dons over the years was that they didn’t like any help at all, least of all from their women. To them, accepting help was a weakness. Even if it was to protect their family or their business.
My father, my brother, and Lucas all thought along those lines, no matter what kind of craziness they found themselves in.
Lucas needed help, though. If it wasn’t from me, then from someone else. The plan with my brother had gone awry when Lucas had decided to send me away, and now I didn’t know what the next steps were.
He turned toward me, thrusting a hand through his hair. “I’ve got this covered, Leda. I won’t fuck up this time.”
I rose from the bed, noting how Lucas watched my every move. “Every move you have made up to this point has only been half-measures,” I said softly, no heat to my voice. I wasn’t trying to put him down. Heck, he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, between losing his Mafia and protecting me, as he liked to say. “You need my help, Lucas. Let me help you.” I didn’t want to finally see him dead, leaving me to face this world alone.
I didn’t want our child to grow up without a father.
Lucas’s mouth twisted, but I reached up and stroked his unshaven cheek.
“I don’t want to lose you.” I said.
“You’re not going to lose me,” he replied, grasping my wrist and holding it against his cheek. “I’m going to end this, Leda.”
For a split second, I thought about telling him that he was going to be a father, that I was pregnant with his child. Two words, and maybe he could see life a little differently.
Or maybe it would all go sideways, and Lucas would feel the need to protect us even more, meaning he would want to get his Mafia back no matter the cost. Power was something very important to Lucas, and if he didn’t have it, he would feel like a failure.
Knowing that I was pregnant with his potential heir would make him want to have some sort of future for his child.
I couldn’t tell him yet.