Chapter 108

Nico

Watching and seeing Lucky so taken with my Atlanta home makes me smile. Dammit, I would go to the ends of the earth to make my princess happy and then some. She is the light in my dark tunnel, the sun that rises in the morning to grace us with beauty and magnificence.

“Princess, I have business to attend too. You will be shown to our suite of rooms. Make yourself comfortable and I will be up in an hour or two.” I say leaning into her, inhaling her intoxicating Coco Chanel parfum. It fills my senses, definitely my favorite fragrance of all time.

“Okay, Nico. Don’t be too long. I want an evening with my fiancé; it has been a while.” She can say that again and simply looking at her in tight jeans, knee high black boots and a dove grey sweater that hangs off one shoulder makes me stiffen in my jeans.

“This way, Ma’am,” one of my staff say as one of the butlers comes in with some of the bags on a push along cart like in the hotels. He heads towards the elevator section of the gleaming entrance hall with its domed ceiling and rose pink, marble flooring. Lucky’s boots click-clack as she walks and follows one of the maids to the sweeping staircase, having opted to walk the stairs versus taking our private elevator.

My phone rings in my pocket. “What’s up?” I say to Tony on the other end who has decided to give Lucky and I some privacy and space. Not that my mega-mansion isn’t big enough. But he seems to think that merely by being present it is too much.

He has a point. Since we have been engaged, Lucky and I do not seem to have been alone much. Not after I had to move her and my parents to safety in my homes, then the safe house.

“Dario was out with one of the Monletto’s,” Tony says clearly not impressed.

I rake my hand through my hair. “Fuck’s sake. I thought we had knocked that on the head. What is it with our kid brother and the fucking Monletto guy?” Lucien is a bad influence on my brother. His family are well known for their drug and sex trafficking and prostitution ring. It angers me thinking about it. If I could wipe them off the face of the earth, trust me I would. In a heartbeat.

“Who knows. They were gambling at the Mirage,” Tony tells me as I stride to my downstairs office. I have three offices, one on each floor. Perhaps excessive but who cares. I like the option dependent on which floor I happen to be on.

Opening the double, maple wood doors I step inside. It is masculine and furnished out almost identical to my office in New York. Dark wood desk, bookshelves lining the walls, double doors with a view to the swimming pool. The pool I cannot wait to watch Lucky swimming in with a skimpy bikini on whilst I attend to business. Not helping! These images are making my cock way too eager for what is coming later this evening.

I take a seat in my high backed, faux leather chair and lean my head on the back rest, drumming the fingers of my free hand on the desk. Irritation sweeps over me. “The fucking Mirage? What the hell? Why is he in a casino now owned by the Santangelo family? What is he thinking?”

Tony blows out, I can feel his tension and exasperation and we’re ten miles apart since he is staying at a plush hotel in downtown Atlanta. “Beats me, brother. What do you want me to do about it?”

“Give me a second, Tony.” Glancing out of the window not even the tranquil pool or the palms around it can make me feel relaxed about this whole situation. Fine, he wants to lose money in the Mirage that is up to him. But dumb considering it should all be going back into our own pot. Sometimes I worry about my brother. If he goes back on drugs again, it makes my blood go like ice and hell frozen over. There would be no coming back.

Worse still, he could end up doing side business with the fucking Monletto dumb-fuck.

“Okay, I am flying to Vegas. I’ll have my assistant make me a reservation for tonight.”

“Hell, what are you saying, Nico? I can go. Stay with Lucky she needs you,” Tony urges.

He is right I ought to be here for Lucky but the mere thought of Dario going anywhere near drugs again makes me worry. “Fine, you go but fly out tonight. I don’t want you going easy on him, Tony. He’s old enough to know that we do not mix business or pleasure with those cunts!”

Tony lets out a sigh. I know he is exhausted too, neither one of us having slept for days. “Can’t this wait until the morning, Nico? Come on, what harm can he possibly do in one night?”

“That is not what concerns me, Tony. He has been out with that asshole several times now according to our reports on him. They could be doing anything together. Maybe that cunt is grooming Dario and brainwashing him with all kinds of shit.”

There is silence on the phone. I get it, Tony wants a good night’s rest. I need to be with Lucky. Running off on her when she has only just got back to safety would be a total prick move on my part.

“Fine, get the first flight out in the morning. And Tony, I will be following tomorrow evening.”

We hang up. I swivel round in my chair and stand. It’s been a long few days and nights. He is right, tomorrow will be soon enough.

For now, this evening I have a date with Lucky Gianluca. The woman of temptation, the woman that brings grown men to their knees begging and lusting for more of her perfect body.

My dick has got the memo!