“Good.” I ran my fingers through his hair. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch. “So, what’s going to happen to her?”
“I don’t know. Right now, she’s safe from her family and ours, but I don’t know how long that’ll last.” I tugged on his earlobe, and he gave me a drowsy smile.
“You’ll make sure she isn’t hurt, right?” I tried to keep my tone light, conversational—like we weren’t discussing Zoe’s future.
“I’m going to try, but Marco wants her drawn, quartered, and put somewhere as a message not to fuck with us.”
“But that would only help them justify an all-out war. Her brothers know she’s safe. Isn’t it better to keep them happy?”
“I’m not sure if the brothers have everything under control. And it’s clear Cy Chronis doesn’t give a shit about his cousin. He’s been using her disappearance to make unsanctioned moves against us. After the club shooting, we have every reason to seek retribution. Marco would see Zoe as the ultimate fuck you. We might as well do the crime if we’re paying for it.”
“He’d do that?”
Luca nodded, his expression deadly serious. “We’re not good men, Sasha. Marco would do a lot of things for the Moretti name. So yeah, Marco would kill her to send a message. The tension between our families since Dad died isn’t sustainable. Eventually, someone is going to go too far.”
“Would you let Marco kill Zoe?” The million-dollar question.
Luca looked away from me, but his hands continued to knead my ass. His cock hard beneath me, I couldn’t help but rock on him, ashamed I was getting off at a time like this. “I wouldn’t have a choice. So, yes. I’d let him kill Zoe.”
My mouth went dry as he moved against me.
“You’ll leave this, yeah?” He wrapped his hand around my neck, a gentle pressure to keep my eyes on him—as if I could look away.
“One more thing, and then I’m done.” I waited for Luca to nod before I continued. “If you aren’t going to protect Zoe, I think Tootsie will.”
“Did he say something?”
“Yes.”
A thoughtful look passed over his face. “Thank you for telling me. I’ll talk to him.” Conversation over, Luca stroked my pulse with his thumb while he slid a hand under my shirt. When he cupped my breast and squeezed, I arched into him. He broke our kiss and smiled up at me. “You miss me?”
“What do you think?” I rolled my hips on his lap, my thighs spreading wider, so my clit rubbed along the ridge of his hard cock.
“I think not seeing you for days fucking sucks.” He pinched my nipple, and I shrieked.
“Do it again.”
“What? This?” His fingers pulled a little more this time, and my eyes snapped shut. The sharp, quick pain sent a jolt through my body all the way down to my clit. I worked my hips a little faster, my hands resting on his chest.
“Turn around.” Luca’s hands gripped my waist and lifted me.
I stood in front of him, and he trailed his fingers down my legs and then back up until he reached my panties. Snapping the band, he looked up at me. “I need these off.”
“Say please.” I teased, pulling the lace away from my body.
He lifted a brow and settled back on the couch, unbuckling his belt.
I narrowed my eyes at him. Toying with the edge of his old t-shirt I was wearing, I bit my lip. “Where are your manners?”
Luca pulled the belt from his pants and then flicked the button. I licked my lips as he slowly unzipped them. “Take your panties off so you can ride my cock. Please.”
“That’s more like it.” My lips twitched as I inched my shirt up to under my tits. My stomach hung out, the squishy flesh he loved to touch. “And the shirt? What should I do with the shirt?”
He reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. Long and thick, it bobbed at me as if to say, “Hello! I believe I have an appointment with your cunt.”
“I’d prefer it off, so I can see your ass.”
I yanked it off, my chest bouncing with the movement.