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When I reached the back bedroom, I stepped inside and then pushed the door closed with my foot. When I glanced toward the bed, I almost dropped the tray.
Nico had removed his suit jacket, shoes, and socks. He was dressed in just his slacks and dress shirt, but he'd unbuttoned the dress shirt several buttons, leaving a sensual glimpse of his beautiful slim chest.
I swallowed tightly and then carried the tray over and set it down on the nightstand. I kicked my shoes off and then pulled my suit jacket off and tossed it over the chair next to the bed.
When I reached for the harness strapped to my chest, Nico asked, "How did I not know you carried a gun?"
I stilled for a moment and then lifted my head to look at Nico. "Baby, I'm a mafia boss. Of course I have a gun."
"No, no, that makes sense. I just can't figure out how I missed it." A frown pulled his eyebrows together. "Have you had it on you this whole time?"
"I don't sleep with it on, but yeah, other than that I've had it on me."
"I must be as blind as a bat. I totally missed it."
I pulled out the gun and set it on the nightstand next to the food tray and then took the harness off and laid it over the top of my suit jacket. I picked up the gun and put it into the nightstand drawer.
"Have you ever handled a gun before?"
Nico shook his head.
"When we get home, I’ll take you target practicing. I don't want you to carry a gun, but I do want you to be comfortable around them."
Living in a mafia family, he'd be around a lot of them.
Chapter Eight
~ Nico ~
"Luca?"
"Yes, cuore mio?"
I tilted my head back so I could see his face. We'd eaten the delicious food he'd found for us and now we were snuggling on the bed. "What was prison like?"
Luca's gaze went to the ceiling as he breathed heavily. "I don't really want to tell you about that, Nico. It wasn't a good time for me."
I grimaced as guilt swelled up inside of me. While Luca insisted that it wasn't my fault that he had been sent to prison by my parents, I knew that wasn't true. He had been sent there because we got caught kissing. It had been just an innocent teenage kiss.
It was my parents that had flipped. They had accused him of being a pervert and raping me. When I told them that I was gay, they had blamed that on him, too.
No matter how much I denied that he had done anything except kiss me, no one listened to me. I had screamed and screamed as they tore him away from me and took him away.
I had cried for days.
Now, I was beginning to think that Luca had it a lot worse than me. I imagined all sorts of horrible things.
I pressed my hand to his chest. "I'm sorry that happened to you."
"We can't change the past, Nico. We can only learn from it and move on."
Didn't change the fact that I was sorry.
I sat up and climbed on top of Luca, lying down over the top of him. I rested my hands on his chest and then my chin on my hands. "Despite what might have happened in there, your heart is still pure gold."
Luca snorted. "I doubt there's anything pure about me anymore, Nico."
"There is," I insisted. "I can see it in your eyes when you look at me. It's the same way you looked at me all those years ago."
