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sore and my legs were stiff but I came again when Luca hit his release, and then I passed out.
***
My entire body hurt. I groaned when I shifted and realized I was lying in our bed. Luca must have
carried me upstairs last night. My eyes fluttered open and found Luca watching me with a strange look on
his face.
What did I do? he asked in a harsh whisper.
I frowned, then looked down at myself. The blankets were pulled back, revealing the entire length
of my body and the proof of last night s actions. There were finger-shaped bruises on my hips and wrists.
My throat and shoulders were tender where Luca had marked me and my inner thighs were red from the
friction. I looked like a mess. I sat up and winced from the sharp soreness between my legs. Yet I couldn t
find it in me to regret anything. I didn t always want it this rough, but once in a while it was a nice change
of pace.
Aria, please tell me. Did I& ?
I searched his eyes, trying to figure out what he was talking about. Self-hatred flashed on his face
and then I realized what he thought. You don t remember?
I remember bits and pieces. I remember holding you down. His voice caught. He wasn t touching
me. In fact he perched on the edge of the bed as far from me as possible. He looked exhausted and broken.
You didn t hurt me.
His eyes flickered to the bruises. Don t lie to me.
I knelt and moved toward him even when he stiffened. You were a bit rougher than usual but I
wanted it. I enjoyed it.
Luca didn t say anything but I could tell he didn t believe me.
No, really, Luca. I kissed his cheek and lowered my voice. I came at least four times. I don t
exactly remember everything. I passed out from sensatory overload. Relief washed away some of the
darkness in Luca s eyes but I was surprised that he didn t tease me for my comment.
I don t understand what got into you. You even attacked Romero.
My father is dead.
I jerked. What? How?
Last night. He had dinner at a small restaurant in Brooklyn when a sniper put a bullet into his
head.
What about your step-mother?
She wasn t there. He was with his mistress. She was shot too, probably because the Bratva thought
she was his wife. Someone must have told them where to find him. Only very few people knew he went
there. He was in disguise. Nobody could have recognized him. There has to be a traitor among us.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The sky over New York was hung with heavy clouds but it didn t rain. It fit the occasion. For the
funeral of Salvatore Vitiello, the elite of New York, the Familia as well as the most important members of
the Chicago Outfit had gathered on the cemetery. The perimeter around it had been closed off and most of
the soldiers of the New York mafia were keeping guard to make sure the Bratva didn t disturb the funeral.
A gathering of the most important members from both New York and Chicago at this time was a risk, but
paying respect to the Capo dei Capi was more important.
Luca stood tall and stoic beside his father s grave. He was now the new Capo and he couldn t show
a flicker of weakness, not even after the death of his father. Luca and his father hadn t been close in the
traditional sense, but losing your parent, no matter how cruel and cold he d been, always ripped a hole
into you. I could tell that many of the older men in the Familia watched Luca with a calculating look in
their eyes.
Luca didn t give any indication that he noticed but that was definitely an act. So soon after he d
come into power was the most dangerous time. I hadn t known Salvatore Vitiello very well and I wasn t
sorry about that. For me the funeral meant only one thing: I got the chance to see my family again.
Gianna, Fabi and Lily stood with Father and Mother among the guests from the Chicago Outfit.
They d arrived this morning and I couldn t wait to spend some time with them. Every guest shook Luca s
hand, clapped his shoulder and said a few words of comfort, most of them lies. How many of these men
were waiting for a chance to rip the power from Luca s hands?
When it was my father s turn, I had to stop myself from attacking him for agreeing to marry Gianna
off to Matteo. Instead I gritted my teeth and gave him a cold smile. Gianna pointedly avoided Matteo s
eyes. She d lost weight and it broke my heart to see her so hopeless.
I was glad when the funeral was over. The men had a meeting scheduled for the evening to discuss
the rising threat of the Russians. In our world there wasn t time to mourn the dead for long. Chicago and
New York needed to figure out a way to stop the Bratva before another Capo lost his life. And that would
be either Luca, or Dante Cavallaro.
***
Luca wanted me out of New York, so he sent me to the Vitiello mansion in the Hamptons. Gianna,
Lily and Fabi were allowed to accompany me for the night before they d have to leave for Chicago
tomorrow evening. I had a feeling Father hoped I would talk some sense into Gianna about her arranged
marriage with Matteo. The engagement party was planned for the beginning of November, so Gianna
didn t have all that long to come to terms with it. Mother stayed with Father in Manhattan, but they sent
Umberto with us. He, Cesare and Romero were supposed to keep us safe.
We arrived at the mansion around dinnertime and the staff had already prepared a meal for us. My
heart swelled with happiness as Lily, Fabi, Gianna and I settled around the long dining table, but it was
dimmed by the fact that our three bodyguards discussed the Russian threat in hushed voices and by
Gianna s refusal to eat more than two bites. I didn t want to discuss her betrothal to Matteo with everyone
there. Later when they d gone to bed, Gianna and I would have enough time for that.
Fabi was the only one who kept the conversation on our side of the table going as he told me
excitedly about the collection of knives Father had given him. Lily was busy sneaking admiring glances at
Romero who was completely oblivious to her pining.
After dinner, we moved on to the loggia overlooking the ocean. The night sky out here twinkled with
stars. In New York you rarely got a glimpse at them. Cesare had gone off to do God knows what, probably
check the security system, and Umberto and Romero had settled in the living room; from there they could
watch us without overhearing our conversation. Fabi lay curled up beside Lily, fast asleep, while she was
typing something on her phone while checking out Romero occasionally.
Do you want to talk? I whispered to Gianna who sat beside me, legs pressed up against her chest.
She shook her head. It felt as if a rift had grown between us since she d gotten the news about her
betrothal and I didn t know why. Gianna, please.
There s nothing to talk about.
Maybe it s not as bad as you think. She gave me an incredulous look but I kept talking. When I
found out I had to marry Luca, I was terrified, but I ve come to terms with it. Luca and I are getting along
better than I thought possible.
Gianna glared. I m not like you, Aria. You re eager to please him, to do anything he says. I m not
like that. I won t submit to anyone.
I flinched. Gianna had never lashed out at me like that.
She jumped up. I tried to catch her arm but she shook me off. Leave me alone. I can t talk to you
right now. She whirled around and stormed off toward the beach. I stood, unsure if I should follow her,
but I knew she wouldn t listen to me when she was like that. Umberto stepped outside. I raised a hand.
No, give her a few minutes to herself. She s upset.
Umberto nodded, then his eyes darted to Fabi. I should take him to bed.
I was about to nod when an ear-splitting alarm broke the silence, but it stopped a few seconds later.
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