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“I’ve already been given orders to escort you both to and from. Mr. De Luca has decided. Please, excuse me.” He stepped back and I sighed, allowing the door to slam shut before turning to face Silvia.

“Now we have babysitters? Great!” She threw her arms in the air again, heading toward my bed and I sighed. “How are we supposed to have fun with them looming around?”

“I know it’s not ideal but—” I cut myself off, shaking my head. “It’s safer this way.”

She groaned. “Where would we go anyway?” She asked in defeat, falling back on my bed then bolted right back up. “He has this entire goddamn city on his payroll.”

“I’ll go talk to him.” I headed over, taking her hands in mine. “Just relax. We’re going to have fun tonight. He won’t ruin our night.”

Although not entirely convinced, she nodded, making me smile. “Good.” I smacked a kiss to her cheek then walked backwards. “Don’t kill anyone while I’m gone.” I whipped around, opening my bedroom door.

“No promises.” She sang, falling back down and I shut the door behind myself.

I made my way down the hallway then spotted Rosalia heading for the stairs as well.

“Rosalia!” I stopped her and she turned, approaching me.

“Yes, Miss Nirah?”

I rested my hands on my hips. “Where’s your boss?”

“In the upstairs gym. He’s been up there for hours, so I’d be careful if I were you.” She added in a playful whisper and I smiled.

“Of course. Thank you, Rosalia.”

“Excuse me.” She stepped back and disappeared.

My smile dropped as I whipped around, heading in the direction of the gym.

Hearing that he had been up here for hours had a part of me wondering if he passed out or if one of those heavy weights finally made it easy for me and took him out.

Enter Sandman by Metallica drifted into my ears at almost max volume behind the closed door, but my steps came to a drastic halt when I stopped in the doorway. He stood, his muscular back and broad shoulders coated in a shiny layer of sweat. My eyes trailed lower to his smaller waist, and finally, the hem of his black shorts.

With a fleeting pulse, I swallowed hard, attempting to wet my throat.

It didn’t take much for him to lean forward on both hands, and I watched him do push-ups in a mother fucking handstand. Oh my…

Deviously, my bottom lip curled between my teeth before a grin found my face.

I entered casually, walking toward him.

“So here’s the thing—”

“No. Get out.” He cut me off without stopping.

“I appreciate you caring whether or not I live or die… I do, I really do,” I explained but only received the most exasperated sigh in return. “But three broody security guards following us around in the club won’t…” I trailed off, searching for the right word. “You see where I’m going with this, right?” I asked.

He stayed silent, unamused by my attempt at conversation.

He was most likely at his tenth push-up when I slipped underneath him. We came face to face, and I didn’t miss his eyes dropping to my lips for a split second.

His eyes had gotten darker over the years, they were empty. His deep gaze settled on me, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

“Nirah.” He warned, his tone treading on the fine line of him going ballistic.

My tone lowered, and batted my eyelashes up at him. “I’m asking nicely, De Luca.”

The muscle in his jaw ticked, and steadily, he lowered himself on top of me, our bodies pressed together as he held himself up with both hands on either side of my head.