Page 68 of Mafia Princess

“My place,” is all I say.

It’s a demand. Turning away from them, I climb into the Bugatti, and without waiting for Milan to get in, I gun the accelerator. Leaving them both on the curb. They can share Luca’s car and learn to get along.

I’m standing in my home office, when Milan and Luca arrive, smoking a cigarette. I’m still in my heels as I watch the lights out by the pool through the wall to ceiling window. Luca comes up behind me, circling my waist and kissing the sensitive spot below my ear.

“You summoned us, my Queen?” His lazy drawl vibrates against my skin.

I turn to see Milan barely holding it together. Standing with his fists clenched and his lips in a tight white line. “Is this how it is now? Just going to parade your fuckboy in front of me when you know you’re mine?”

“You’re the one who disappeared for three months, then came back suddenly, unannounced. Were you expecting me to be a good little girl and come crawling at your feet?” I’m so frustrated with him and hurt. His radio silence was more painful than I care to admit to either of us.

Anger is safe, so anger is what I focus on.

Milan growls, storming forward, suddenly in my face with his hand around my throat. I can feel Luca’s smile on the back of my neck, his arms still lazily slung around my waist.

“I left for you. I spent days, weeks, months, drowning in fucking emotion that I never had to feel until you. I left so you could heal without the darkness I will possess you with. I never intended to stay away. You are mine and you will always be mine. My obsession. My possession. My Queen.” His dark glare roots me to the spot.

A part of me, I didn’t realize was shattered, suddenly pieces together, at his words. A warmth spreading inside me, making it so I can finally breathe for the first time in months.

“I won’t give either of you up. Ever. You’re mine as much as I’m yours,” I state, even knowing they won’t make me, I feel the need to voice it.

“Sounds like we have ourselves a little party, baby girl.” Luca’s dark whisper at my ear sends shivers over my body.

Milan’s hand remains on my throat, gently caressing my pulse with his thumb, only adding to the sensation as he nods his agreement. His dark eyes devouring me with wicked promise.