Step Bride: A Bad Boy Mob Roman(70)

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. It was filthy, as usual, since Rosita was refusing to clean her rooms again. I spotted Lou sitting at her computer with huge headphones on. She was engrossed in her game, so I simply walked inside, sat behind her, and watched.

I could still vividly remember the night Lucas came home and asked me to be his wife.

True, we were already married, but this time he was doing it right. I had opened the door to the safe house, terrified that we were about to be killed or worse. Lucas had walked in and ordered Camille out of the living room, which she complied with after only minimal complaint.

Finally, we sat down on the couch.

“You guys are safe,” Lucas said. “I found Franklin and traded his information for your safety.”

I threw my arms around him, hugging him close. He gently moved me back.

“There’s one more thing.”

He dropped to one knee and pulled out the box. Inside was a ring, a ridiculously huge diamond ring.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“I told my father about us. I told him that you’re mine.”

I have no clue what to say. My head was spinning. It was crazy, so crazy, so fast and so intense.

“Natalie, be my wife. By my bride for real.”

“Yes. Okay.”

He slipped the ring over my finger and kissed me hard.

I couldn’t imagine ever feeling that happy again. Tears had moved down my cheeks as he’d kissed me, and every time I thought about it I choked up a little bit.

We didn’t need to have a ceremony, but we had a short one anyway. All the mobsters were there, and it was just so Godfather that it was absurd. They gave me gifts of cash just like in that movie. We danced, drank too much, and Lucas fucked me until I couldn’t walk anymore.

“You’re here,” Lou said, yanking me from my memory.

“Hey,” I said.

“How long have you been staring at me?”

“Sorry. I wasn’t really paying attention.”

She turned around and crossed her legs. “I’ve been meaning to ask. How’s it feel to be queen of the mob?”

I laughed. “Hardly.”

“It’s the truth. All the men adore you.”

I blushed. “Stop, Lou. You know you’re still the most important woman in this house.”

“So long as you know it,” she muttered.

“Listen,” I said. “Come to dinner tonight.”

“Same answer as every day. No, thanks.” She turned back toward her computer.

“Okay,” I said. “I guess I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“See ya, sister.”

I patted her back as she returned to her game. I stood up and left her room, smiling to myself. Every day I went to Lou’s rooms and invited her to dinner. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we didn’t. She was pretty hard to predict, but I was quickly thinking of her as my closet friend in the compound.

Aside from Lucas, of course.

I moved down the hall and made my way back toward our rooms. When I had moved in, Lucas had claimed a larger part of the house for us to live in. It was so silly, since either one of our original rooms were more than big enough, but he had insisted.

I opened the door to our apartment. It was essentially the entire eastern wing.

The living room stretched out in front of me, too big and too richly furnished.

Things had moved so fast up until the wedding. Then, after that, it was like nothing had ever happened. Lucas and I lived in the compound, he continued his work, and I finished my school work by doing online classes.

Pacey wasn’t happy with that, of course. But how could I explain to her that I never wanted to leave the compound? It was strange; I went from hating it to absolutely loving it.

All because of him.

Lucas stepped into the living room from the bathroom. He had just showered, and his whole body was damp.

“Wife,” he said.

“Husband.” I stood up and went to him. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply.

I couldn’t go anywhere. I had nowhere to go, really. I didn’t want to be anywhere near Camille, and anywhere else would have paled in comparison to being with Lucas.

Sure, I still didn’t love his job, but I was beginning to get used to it, maybe even enjoy it. He kept me from the worst of it, and I was thankful of that.

And the nights with him were incredible. It was like he never got enough of me, and I definitely never got enough of him.

“How was my sister?” he asked.

“Stubborn as always.”

“She’ll never break, you know.”

“We’ll see.”

He smirked. “Barones don’t break.”

“Don’t you?” I reached down and grabbed his cock, surprised that it was already half-hard. “I think I could break you.”