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I don’t think he’s ever been in a relationship though. I know none of the women he took to bed in the past meant anything to him. When he meets my gaze, something flickers in his eyes which has the worry churning in my gut easing.
“I’m all in,” Gio tells me softly. “You don’t have to worry about me fucking anything up. I want her. I’m not going to hurt her. I tried to deny it for a long time, but I knew. I just didn’t think I could actually have her, and I saw the way you were always watching her.”
“Fuck,” I bite out as a part of me wants to think back over every interaction over the years and figure out when we could have had her sooner. I know it doesn’t matter because things happened as they should have, but it’s hard to stop my spiraling thoughts.
“Now, what the fuck are we going to do about this?” When I look up at Leo, he’s standing in front of the bouquet and looking down at it with disdain.
And isn’t that the biggest fucking question of all.
“We get rid of the flowers and then we protect our woman. No matter what.” Gio muses, “It would be easier to do if we can get her to come to our place. Even if we tell her that it’s just for a little while.”
Leo nods, a thoughtful look on his face before he scrubs his hand along the underside of his jaw. “We won’t solve it tonight.” He looks toward where he knows Fleur’s bedroom is having looked at the specs the same way I did. “I want to hold our woman and sleep with her knowing she won’t be able to try and sneak off while I’m doing it.”
He shudders and walks out of the kitchen. I’m torn because I want to take care of the flowers, but I also want to wrap myself back around my woman. It’s the only way I’ll really know if she’s okay or not.
“Go. I’ll toss the flowers,” Gio tells me as he tucks the card into his back pocket.
I give my brother a chin lift as my feet move toward our woman without really thinking about it. She might not trust us completely yet, but we’ll show her we’re not going anywhere. Not again.
Fuck giving her space. We should have been all up in her space from the moment she tried to run. Never fucking again.
CHAPTER 10
GIOVANNI
I’m sitting in the dark living room of Fleur’s house and taking in the space around us. I have no doubt she could be in a bigger house, but, somehow, the cozy space suits her. I’m sure it has something to do with it only being her. While Fleur can shop up a storm, just like Viola can, and it’s clear a lot of the stuff in her house is high end, I’ve never considered her a materialistic person.
That more than works for me considering the number of women I’ve known who were only interested in me because of the power or money being with me would bring them. It didn’t matter how clear I was about my time with them being nothing more than a way to blow off steam. They almost always thought they were going to be the woman to change my mind and make me commit.
It was never going to happen.
I want to go up and lay down with Fleur like my brothers are doing, but I’m wired. Probably because even though I threw out the flowers, it’s like I can still see them in the kitchen from where I’m sitting. Phantom flowers—now I’m really losing it.
I hate that our woman was so freaked out by them. The note is burning a hole in my pocket. It’s creepy, but not outright threatening. Sometimes those are the worst kind of messages to send because they wreak havoc on the psyche.
When I hear footsteps, I look over to find a sleep rumpled Fleur wearing a silk nightgown. She looks fucking stunning. It makes my heart start to pound in my chest, especially because it seems like she doesn’t see me.
I’m not surprised, I am sitting in the dark after all.
When she steps into the kitchen, she’s in profile and I see the frown on her face as she looks to where the flowers were sitting before I got them the fuck out of the house. The relieved breath she blows out tells me I made the right call.
I stand up slowly, unsure how to approach her without startling her. I think scaring her is pretty much inevitable at this point. Since I know the moment will be broken, I take a moment to study our woman.
I’ve noticed her for years, but now that I’m able to embrace it, it’s like I’m seeing so much more of her. I know there are things about herself she’s kept hidden from us. A thrill goes down my spine at the thought of discovering all those things.
Her black hair is up in a messy bun on top of her head, and it looks adorable on her. I’m used to seeing Fleur put together and seeing her more relaxed is kind of a revelation. One I could get used to.
The curve of her neck is delicate and inviting. Looking at it makes me want to sink my teeth into her skin. It also reminds me of how it felt to have her mouth wrapped around me and how she swallowed down my cum.
My cock thickens in my pants, and I reach down to adjust myself.
Her skin is fucking flawless and now I know how soft it is. I want to touch her again, but I fist my hands at my sides to stop myself. I want to soak up this moment for just a little longer and the feel of it because I’ve never met a woman who has made me feel anything while she makes me feel everything.
My eyes roam down her long legs, snagging on the curve of her hips as they do, and take in how her toenails are painted a burnt orange and I smile. So many women go with red in the attempt to be seductive, but Fleur only tries to be who she is. It’s so much sexier than someone who tries too hard. My woman is effortless.
I clear my throat and Fleur spins around. I can almost see the scream working its way up her throat, but she clamps her lips shut when recognition flashes in her eyes. She presses her hand to her heaving chest.
“Fuck,” she bites out and I can’t help but smile.
