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reassuringly.
“I’m going to stop them,” he promises. “I’m not a good man, Jessica. I do bad things. But my grandfather raised me to believe that even bad men had to have a code, a line that they wouldn’t cross. Even bad men have to have honor.”
“And do you have honor?”
I can almost hear the dimple in his voice. “I like to think so.”
“So you do all this for honor and not money?”
He sighs. “No. I do it for the money too. And I do it because I want to make my family’s name known again, I want to make my grandfather proud. I do it because deep down, in my bones, I’m a businessman and I see a market ripe for takeover. But underneath all that, I believe these men have to be stopped. Chased away from our city.”
“So there will still be criminals left, but they’ll be your criminals…civilized criminals?”
“That’s the idea, doll.”
“Do you think it will be easy to make these other men leave?”
“No,” he answers honestly. “The man who leads them is as smart as he is ruthless. He won’t give up without a fight. But I’ve sworn to myself that I’ll stop him, no matter what. And I don’t break my promises—especially promises to myself.”
I roll so I can look him in the face. “Why are you telling me all this? Aren’t you afraid I’ll go to the police?”
“You won’t,” he says simply.
Our gazes meet, his vivid eyes searing into mine.
“I can’t figure out if you trust me, or if you’re just bossy and arrogant,” I mumble, closing my eyes again. I’m too tired to process any of this right now, and I can’t deny how safe and spoiled I feel with Matteo right now.
He laughs quietly. “It’s both, Jessica. It’s both.”
8
Jess
W hen I startle awake , I’m on a cold bathroom floor, my head still on Matteo’s thigh. His hand still plays idly with my hair, but I realize it’s been at least an hour by the way the sunlight is now streaming in through the water closet’s window.
“Oh God,” I groan, sitting up. “I’m so sorry.”
Matteo is covered in goose bumps from sitting on the marble-tiled floor in nothing but his boxer briefs, but he doesn’t seem bothered at all. “I like watching you sleep,” he says, as if it’s an obvious fact that I should already know.
“Yes, but you must have been so bored and uncomfortable…and oh my God, did I drool on you?”
He smiles, the dimple flashing in his cheek. “Not this time. You did snore a little though.”
I groan again, burying my face in my hands. “I can’t believe I snored in a mobster’s lap.”
“This mobster is glad you did. It was kind of cute, actually.”
I peek at him through my fingers. He doesn’t seem to be lying. He does, however, tug down on my hands to see my face and search my eyes.
“Jessica, I can’t change the man I am or the things I do. But I need to know how you feel about them. I don’t want it to change what we have.”
Fuck, those eyes are blue. “What do we have, Matteo?”
His voice is a low whisper when he answers. “Something special.”
My body remembers every something special that he’s done to it. I’m so dazzled by his eyes, his expanse of toned skin, and that square, handsome face, that the words come out without me thinking about them. “I’m okay with it, Matteo. I think. As long as I feel safe.”
He yanks me into the fiercest hug I’ve received. I think it’s the first time we’ve actually ever hugged. It feels amazing, glorious even, to be pressed against the length of him, his bare skin hot against mine.
“You’ll be the safest woman in the city,” he vows. “You’re under my protection, and I’d die before I let anything hurt you or my baby. I’ll keep you safe and sound.”
“Okay,” I whisper against his chest.
I think I almost believe him.
* * *
T he weekend passes in a blur of sex. When we’re not fucking, Matteo coddles me like a baby, searching out any and all of the food that sounds good to me,
“I’m going to stop them,” he promises. “I’m not a good man, Jessica. I do bad things. But my grandfather raised me to believe that even bad men had to have a code, a line that they wouldn’t cross. Even bad men have to have honor.”
“And do you have honor?”
I can almost hear the dimple in his voice. “I like to think so.”
“So you do all this for honor and not money?”
He sighs. “No. I do it for the money too. And I do it because I want to make my family’s name known again, I want to make my grandfather proud. I do it because deep down, in my bones, I’m a businessman and I see a market ripe for takeover. But underneath all that, I believe these men have to be stopped. Chased away from our city.”
“So there will still be criminals left, but they’ll be your criminals…civilized criminals?”
“That’s the idea, doll.”
“Do you think it will be easy to make these other men leave?”
“No,” he answers honestly. “The man who leads them is as smart as he is ruthless. He won’t give up without a fight. But I’ve sworn to myself that I’ll stop him, no matter what. And I don’t break my promises—especially promises to myself.”
I roll so I can look him in the face. “Why are you telling me all this? Aren’t you afraid I’ll go to the police?”
“You won’t,” he says simply.
Our gazes meet, his vivid eyes searing into mine.
“I can’t figure out if you trust me, or if you’re just bossy and arrogant,” I mumble, closing my eyes again. I’m too tired to process any of this right now, and I can’t deny how safe and spoiled I feel with Matteo right now.
He laughs quietly. “It’s both, Jessica. It’s both.”
8
Jess
W hen I startle awake , I’m on a cold bathroom floor, my head still on Matteo’s thigh. His hand still plays idly with my hair, but I realize it’s been at least an hour by the way the sunlight is now streaming in through the water closet’s window.
“Oh God,” I groan, sitting up. “I’m so sorry.”
Matteo is covered in goose bumps from sitting on the marble-tiled floor in nothing but his boxer briefs, but he doesn’t seem bothered at all. “I like watching you sleep,” he says, as if it’s an obvious fact that I should already know.
“Yes, but you must have been so bored and uncomfortable…and oh my God, did I drool on you?”
He smiles, the dimple flashing in his cheek. “Not this time. You did snore a little though.”
I groan again, burying my face in my hands. “I can’t believe I snored in a mobster’s lap.”
“This mobster is glad you did. It was kind of cute, actually.”
I peek at him through my fingers. He doesn’t seem to be lying. He does, however, tug down on my hands to see my face and search my eyes.
“Jessica, I can’t change the man I am or the things I do. But I need to know how you feel about them. I don’t want it to change what we have.”
Fuck, those eyes are blue. “What do we have, Matteo?”
His voice is a low whisper when he answers. “Something special.”
My body remembers every something special that he’s done to it. I’m so dazzled by his eyes, his expanse of toned skin, and that square, handsome face, that the words come out without me thinking about them. “I’m okay with it, Matteo. I think. As long as I feel safe.”
He yanks me into the fiercest hug I’ve received. I think it’s the first time we’ve actually ever hugged. It feels amazing, glorious even, to be pressed against the length of him, his bare skin hot against mine.
“You’ll be the safest woman in the city,” he vows. “You’re under my protection, and I’d die before I let anything hurt you or my baby. I’ll keep you safe and sound.”
“Okay,” I whisper against his chest.
I think I almost believe him.
* * *
T he weekend passes in a blur of sex. When we’re not fucking, Matteo coddles me like a baby, searching out any and all of the food that sounds good to me,
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