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Disappointed, she sunk back into the bed. “But our family vacation.”
Trying to appear as the doting husband, he returned to the bed and kissed her forehead. “I am sorry to have disappointed you. Stay. Make memories.” He stood. “I want to see many pictures of our children.”
Lorenzo Marchetti was engaged to Elle.
Lorenzo Giordano had a wife and children he barely spoke with when in the States.
Grabbing his bag, Lorenzo knew he still had ten minutes to spare. His blood pooled in his lower extremities as he rushed down a hallway, heading to quarters where only certain staff were permitted. With Elle unavailable to quench his heady drive, he was going to have to take advantage of the product onboard. As soon as his plane landed in the US, he would be too busy for a reprieve.
No, Lorenzo didn’t care how his wealth was made. Even if it meant selling young women to decrepit men.
His hunger built as the door swung open, exposing the three gagged and tied girls that would have new homes by the time he returned to the Mediterranean, that much richer. “Who would like a goodbye gift?”
Chapter twelve
Holding the Mafia Princess
Elle
Grey eyes… Mammy… The little boy with blue tears… Kelly… It all had to stand for something, right? That’s why, when I saw Lynx on the dance floor with surefire honesty in his eyes, I felt notifying Devil’s Cave’s security felt like a crime. Due to Lorenzo’s tactics and nonexistent acceptance, I knew his men would tear down this magnificent creature, just like they did Kelly.
Since I had no intention of being owned for much longer, I wasn’t going to stand by and watch another senseless casualty of a spirited soul. My own planned exit had to be put on hold, just until I could help this rarity live another day.
My fingers grazed my lips. That kiss…
That kiss reached deep into my soul and lifted it from the Hell that had stolen it.
A Hell that would want me back. There was no way Lorenzo wouldn’t find me.
Living with him was cruel. And now, after such a kiss from Lynx, even more so…
As if on cue, my lips burned for another touch from Lynx. His taste, his possession, were things I wished I could get lost in. I could hide in…
I will miss you, Duke.
To the left, I sat in a chair close to the bed where he was sleeping. My eyes searched Lynx’s beautiful face. Like Kelly, he was an angel who wore a leather vest.
Lorenzo had worn nothing but flawless suits that felt rigid and coarse against my damaged soul. Their cost was probably quadruple the monetary value of VP’s one and only vest, yet I knew that worn leather was priceless to him. Kelly… That is why I had, to the best of my ability, carefully washed it with gentle soap to help remove the damp blood stains. As the water rinsed away the blood, and the long night, down the drain, I felt honored to have been a part of it.
And sad I would never experience another.
I asked Legend, “Do you think he would mind if I held his hand?”
Kindly, he told me, “Not at all.”
Desperate, I gently grabbed Lynx’s hand, whispering, “Thank you.”
He was the first warmth I had felt since, well, since losing Mammy. Living alone with Da, life had been tragically isolating, but, ever since leaving, every moment in my life had been a jagged edge, cutting me as if I were trapped in a cage that was made up of moving walls with sharply pointed metal spikes. Or a sinking boat with more leaks than I could possibly patch, causing me to drown in a slow and merciless death. Sorrow, pain, and fear eventually surpassed my will to survive. Damaging mental exhaustion drained my body and heart, stealing my spirit’s will to carry on.
Now, having been in the company of a few Steel Stallions members, every single second was beating with vitality. A verve I didn’t know how to react to but found captivating. It felt like I was witnessing a found freedom I knew nothing of, yet for which I was starving. With Lynx, I wasn’t only surviving another night, I was living it. I was one with the dark skies and moon that had never looked so bright until shining against grey eyes…
The President of the New Jersey chapter of the Souls on Fire MC, Phoenix, clapped his hand on Legend’s shoulder. “I’m going to get some shut-eye now that he looks much better.”
From the chair on the other side of Lynx’s bed, Legend peered up at him, making it impossible to not notice the striking differences between the two Presidents. Phoenix had short dark hair that only made his dark, trimmed beard, tanned skin, and handsome features even more pronounced. As gorgeous as he was, I was already under the spell of another…
Legend was nothing if not the perfect, older version of Lynx. Lighter golden skin due to all the hours on his Harley Davidson. Longer straight dark blond hair that was now showing signs of grey. Facial bone structure that model agencies would kill for. Cheeks that dipped in until striking and rare smiles appeared. Straight white teeth…
All this combined with those soul-possessing eyes? Sweet baby Jesus. Simply put, this father and son duo was truly gods on wheels.
