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He pointed to Nyssa, who looked utterly horrified, then to Sansone. “And I’ll simply stab you in the face multiple times before sending your soul on to your master Beelzebub.” Then he gestured to the hallway. “Out.”
              There was a lot of angry muttering before they did as they were told.
    “I’ll call you later, Nyssa,” Luciano called after Samara’s sister.
Sansone stopped, staring at him expectantly.
“The fuck do you want?” Luciano barked.
“No phone call for your brother, you prick?” Sansone barked back.
    “The fuck am I calling you for? Your name Samara? You carrying my perfect, angelic seed? I don’t think so.” He slammed the door in his sibling’s face.  A few seconds later he reopened it, and said sibling was still standing there. “You gonna help me look for places on the Upper East Side?”
    Sansone took out his phone. “How many rooms?”
    “Four. I’m gonna need to hide from my pregnant girlfriend at some point.”
    “Oh...she’s your girlfriend now,” his brother said in a drawn-out, sing-song tone.
    “Kiss my hairy Italian ass and find me a home for my family, man-whore.”
    “I feel so much love emanating from the two of you,” Nyssa stated, her sarcasm quite apparent.
    Sansone looked up from his phone. “Got three places listed. Emails sent. I want a pay raise, dickface.”
    “Why don’t you pay raise a pair of huge ba—”
    “And that’s where this conversation will be ending,” Nyssa cut in, grabbing Sansone’s arm and tugging him behind her. “You two...Jesus...”
    Luciano was still laughing when he closed and locked the door. That laughter died as he turned around to find something small and feline with its head cocked, staring at him with what could only be described as the eyes of Satan himself.
    “Okay, this is how it’s gonna go,” he said quietly. “You stay outta my way, and I won’t have you neutered and hemmed up in a cone for two weeks unable to do what most men wish they could.”
    The cat blinked then slinked away.
    Rolling his shoulders, Luciano headed for the kitchen. Both of his babies needed to eat. He’d be taking the initiative to make sure that happened. He had a game plan here. Feed her. Get her compliant. Lay down that law.
    Yeah, even he could admit only two of those would go over well.

Chapter Seven
     
              “I’m sensing there’s something you wanna say to me, Sammie.”
              Samara raised her eyes from the food that had been unceremoniously placed before her the moment she’d wandered from her bedroom in a slightly sleep-drunk waddle after the scent of pancakes had reached through her partial coma and bitch slapped her awake. The one to place said pancakes before her? Oh, just the unnaturally large male, with the beefy yet surprisingly gentle hands, who was sitting across from her, eyes tracing her face. He was still here. Luciano was still here. He hadn’t gone screaming into the night or hitchhiked all the way to Vegas to become a showgirl in order to escape his past.
              He’d stayed...with her. Had even made pancakes—which were like proof that the good Lord himself had mercy on her soul, because she hadn’t gagged even once since forking in her first bite. But there was silence. A heavy, awkwardsilence that left Samara fidgeting, a knot in her throat and playing with her food like an anxious five-year-old. The only thing that kept her from bolting from the room was the fact she’d been watching Luciano and Manfred sneer at one another for the last twenty minutes, and she was afraid if she left them alone together, she’d be burying oneof their bodies tonight…which one, she wasn’t sure.
              Not only that, but she had the distinct feeling some flimsy piece of wood—meaning her bedroom door—wasn’t going to stop Luciano any time soon. No, the man was obviously on a mission here. He’d proved that much already, hadn’t he? She’d