Chapter 134

Lucky

Seeing Nico coming out of his office all bare chested makes me get somewhat hot. My cheeks flush at the sight of his muscular form and the rippling of his abs. I walk towards him and give him a kiss on the lips, trailing my hands up and down his chest. I can see from the glowering look in his eyes he is not a happy man. Yet as soon as I have kissed him, his eyes soften.

“Bella, you look beautiful this morning,” he tells me as he places a hand on my lower back and pulls me closer to him.

“Thank you. What is up? You looked stressed out a moment ago. Can I help with anything?”

He places a kiss to my temple. “I wish you could but not this time, my Princess. Nothing for you to worry about.”

Hmm, I want to take the burden and the stress off him. I could be useful and help him with his business and take some pressure off him. I can tell I should not push it right now.

“What time do you need to leave for New York?” I ask instead as he guides me towards the kitchen.

“In an hour. I am about to eat quickly and have a shower. Tony and Dario will meet me at my offices there. What do you have planned this morning, Princess?”

We reach the kitchen, his housekeeper is already pouring me a cup of coffee and my parents are waiting as they sit at the island also drinking strong coffee.

“Mom and I are going to the designer you suggested to look at gowns, then for some lunch at The Lake Front Hotel. You said it was the best.”

He nods. “It is. Do you have a reservation or shall I call them.”

“I have a reservation; I might have dropped your name to get the best table.”

He chuckles; it makes my heart sing and soar. I love to see him happy even though I know deep inside he rages with wars and darkness.

“Thank you,” I say to the housekeeper as she hands me the coffee. I take a seat next to my parents. “We’re eating breakfast in the dining room shortly,” I tell them. My mother gives me a hug and my father nods. He isn’t one for great displays of affection but I do know that he loves me sincerely.

“Nico,” he says in his deep voice still with an Italian accent, something he has never lost. He prides himself on his ancestry. “I think I should fly back to New York with you.”

I glance surprised from my father to Nico. If he is feeling any resentment to this statement, he does not show it, wearing his poker face. He places his mug of coffee down on the island.

“I don’t need you to be involved in the Santangelo business.” Nico’s voice is firm. Why does that turn me on?

“I could be of assistance. Listen, Son I have more years under my belt than you do. We have people that can help with this problem.” My father laces his fingers together resting them on the island. Nico takes a fresh coffee from his housekeeper and drinks from it. How does he even do that? It must be scalding hot.

“What problem?” I ask needing to know more information. Do you have any idea how absolutely frustrating it is not to know what the hell is going on around here?

“Nothing to worry about, Princess.” As much as I love my husband to be, he is driving me nuts with the same phrase. He needs to learn a new one. I’ll speak to him about that when he returns from New York. Or, maybe when my parents leave, I will fly out and surprise him.

“Fine, keep me in the dark. I am marrying into your family and your business, Nico. So, you need to let me in. It is not right that you are treating me like some mafia dove.” I sound angry because I am. He raises an eyebrow at me not having expected me to get so fiery. Hell, I’m not going to be the dishcloth around here and be fobbed off.

“I am not treating you like a dove, Lucky,” he says sternly. Whilst I am pissed at him now, I still need to clench my thighs together when he uses my name in such a scowling manner. Nuts, right?

“You are.”

He lets out a sigh. “We will talk when I am back.” He turns to my father and says, “I have it covered, Don. Gianluca. No need for you to be involved. The less involvement the better. We need to keep as much peace as we can within this family. Let us think about Lucky.” He places his mug down and takes the plate of eggs and toast from his chef and sits down to eat.

His detail enters the kitchen; all dressed in black with bulging biceps. “Your car will be ready in thirty minutes, Boss.”

Nico nods and starts eating. “Don’t use me as the scapegoat,” I tell him hotly.

“Lucky let it be,” my mother insists. God, I feel annoyed right now. I am not my mother nor will I keep ducking my head in the sand. We are different generations she and I. What was good for my mother is not good for me.

I will show Nico Santangelo, the man I shall marry that I mean business. I want to get my hands dirty. I want to show him that just because I have a cunt between my legs, doesn’t mean I can’t wear the trousers!