Chapter 113
Lucky
Mm, I feel languid and sore from all the activity last night. Just thinking about Nico inside me after we satisfied each other orally makes me smile and awakens my pussy without hesitation. As I reach my hand out to the left, I feel the empty space. I was hoping that Nico would still be in bed with me so I could cuddle into his chest and then straddle him and ride him again.
Still, the man has a lot to get through and I know he will be keen to see Yelena in the flesh at the private hospital that Aurora had her flown to from the site of the explosion. You would think being the daughter of a mafia mobster, that these kinds of things would not still surprise me. However, they do. These men and families have more money than Elon Musk. Of course, most of it illicitly gained, despite the fact that Nico and my own father have legitimate businesses, I am no fool. I am fully aware that they launder dirty money through them.
Checking my mobile on the table beside the bed, I can see it is half past seven. The plantation shutters are fully closed, thus not allowing any light to come through. The bedroom feels safe, cozy and somewhere I could happily stay for the next week or two. But my stomach grumbles letting me know that it is time to find some food.
Lazily, I stretch my arms above my head and point my toes before I work up the courage to leave my cocoon and go find the kitchen and my husband to be. Excitement shivers away inside me knowing that soon, I will be Mrs. Santangelo. A term I despised not too long ago but welcome now with open arms. Then I will work on giving Nico the babies I know his heart desires. Despite his worry about their safety, I want children. A lot of children.
Naked, I get up and walk towards the double doors that house all the racks of clothing that Nico has sent in for me. I find a peach satin nightgown and slip it over my naked body. Then decide that perhaps I ought to wear the pajama set since he has a whole team of guards and staff who will be milling around. The longing for a place of our own that does not have so many people in it, hits me like a punch to the gut. Maybe, I could work on finding us somewhere. An island that we can buy springs to mind.
With that little day dream going on inside my head, I make my way out of the bedroom only to find a guard standing outside giving me a shock.
“Sorry, Miss. Gianluca, orders of the boss.” I take in his broad shoulders and tall form. Dark, brooding eyes greet me and a diamond glinting in his left ear.
“Of course,” I say happy someone is close by. Only, what if the house does come under attack? I mean I was only having an innocent coffee with Mia when I was taken and my guards were close by. Literally outside.
I push the thought to the back of my mind; it won’t serve me any good to think bad thoughts. There will no doubt be more attacks, especially when Nico and I marry. For then he truly will become the King of New York and there will be many enemies, many jealous people wanting to knock his crown off his head.
Making my way downstairs I can smell the food that beckons me and draws me in like a magnet. My stomach is in over-drive as it grumbles. Perhaps we should have stopped for some food last night.
“Princess,” I hear Nico’s voice as I reach the bottoms step, before I even see him. I turn to the right and see the handsome man standing outside his office door, leaning against the frame. “You look radiant this morning. Did you sleep well?” He pushes himself off the frame and walks towards me.
The lingering kiss to my lips sends a little tingle through my body, then I remember I haven’t even brushed my teeth. “Oh, gross,” I say as he breaks away raising an eyebrow.
“Kissing me is gross?”
I laugh. “No, silly. I haven’t brushed my teeth. You have my morning breath.”
“You always taste good, Miss. Gianluca soon to be Mrs. Santangelo.” Oo, I do love it when he calls me that. I hook my hand through his arm as he leads me into a room that must be the formal dining room. A long, highly polished walnut table stands in the middle dominating the space, elegant and mighty. Easily it could sit sixteen people. The staff are waiting in their grey uniforms with white aprons; the butler stands at the head chair also dressed in grey with a black waistcoat and a white cloth over his arm.
He comes towards the chair next to the head chair and moves it back for me to take a seat. “Thank you,” I tell him as he helps push the chair in for me.
“Something smells so good,” I say to Nico whispering. Why am I whispering?
“I think you will like our selection, I made a list of all your favorite foods, Princess.” Oh, wow. The man thinks of everything. He truly does treat me like his princess.
The team bring out platters of fruits, breads, pastries, salmon, cheeses and eggs done every which way, alongside waffles and pancakes. “You really did put a list together,” I tell Nico. He beams proud of himself.
“For you, anything, Lucky.”
I help myself to fruit, pancakes and some scrambled egg and begin to tuck in. Suddenly, I feel ravenous as I begin to eat.
Nico does the same and we eat in a companionable silence. “What is the plan for today?” I ask him between mouthfuls.
“I have business to attend to in Vegas,” he tells me causing my heart to sink.
“So soon? You have to fly today?”
He nods. “I’m sorry, Lucky. Dario is on the loose out there and someone needs to reign him in. He’s with Lucien and that can only spell trouble.”
I know how much the Monletto family is bad news to the Santangelo family and having his younger brother running around with Lucien, could spell disaster waiting to happen.
“I understand. Besides, the therapist is coming today and I think I’ll then peruse your library and maybe have a massage and treat myself to your spa.”
“Good idea. You need to pamper yourself. I have booked you in with Brigitte for the massage after your therapist and the spa is all waiting for you with a whole team of people to cater to your every whim.”
As much as that sounds wonderful, the fact that Nico has to leave for Vegas already makes my heart dip some.
I just hope that he will be safe.