She was hysterical. Dante ended up staying in the states, one of the Russians survived and he needed to question him. When the private plane landed in Palermo, Lucien barely had time to drive Carmin to his family home before he had to leave to handle some work.
When Carmin woke up, she knocked out the window in the bedroom causing Roman, Lucien's consigliere, to enter and restrain her. "¡Comare!" He reprimanded when Carmin swung at him. She was screaming words the man couldn't understand. She wasn't like the usual girls Lucien brought home, even though they were few and far between they were all distinctly familiar. This mistress looked to be insane. Roman wouldn't put it above Lucien to marry her just for that.
"Carmin." One word had her frozen, turning around with wide scared eyes filled with confusion. "Jesus Carmin what is going on?" His voice was dipped in some candle wax warm tone that the consigliere had never heard before.
Roman watched the tension in Carmins shoulders drop when she laid eyes on the Don. He made no comment.
She dropped the picture frame to the ground, walking towards Lucien with the most exhausted expression he had ever seen on her face. "Lucien what's going on? Where am I?" Her voice was so small Lucien had to hold back a flinch. He hated seeing her like this.
His eyes travelled around the room for a moment. The shattered window, ruffled bedding, broken closet door, the pictures were all smashed on the ground and the lamp was laying in front of a hole in the wall. He pulled Carmin into him with little thought, "You're safe. We're in Italy, I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up." He talked so quietly to her, her energy obviously drained. He wondered how long she was going at it, trashing the room. She was crying into his shirt, he was supporting her entire weight as she sobbed but he didn't complain.
Lucien glanced towards Roman. The consigliere rose a brow, "Who is she? A mistress? A friend? Our Donna?"
With a sigh, the brunette held onto Carmin tighter, "Her name is Carmin, she's Da- our lawyer." Carmin wasn't sobbing anymore but from the dead weight in Lucien's arms he assumed but she was passed out. He picked her up. She was tiny compared to him. 5 foot even, one and a half feet shorter than Lucien. She curled into his body as he spoke to Roman, "I'll have her stay with me while I explain to her what's going on."
Roman nodded, "Let her rest. You tend to eat alone Lucien; you may not be greedy but you keep to yourself. She's not of this life, I'd hate to see her walk across the bridge."
Lucien held Carmin tighter, "She won't die."
The consigliere let out a sigh, "You can't control that."
When Carmin awoke, she was nuzzled into Lucien's neck. He was snoring softly, his arm tight around Carmins waist. She reached up slowly, her finger poking his barely visible stubble. Lucien didn't move. She reached her finger forward again, her cheeks flushing warm when a large hand grasped her finger. "Piacere." It was a sarcastic greeting, his voice deep and gravelly from not using it all night.
Carmin went to get out of his arms, feeling awkward in his hold, but he tightened it, "Vorrei. ¿Come va?" She was looking everywhere but him.
Her eyes caught sight of the walls and floor and she grew stock still in his hold, "Why do you speak to me in Italian. I've never claimed to understand it." She conversed, her stomach growing uneasy. She had seen this room before. She was here, she arrived too late. Hannah called her bawling, begging for help. Carmin didn't make it in time.
Lucien peeks an eye open, "you understand it cara."
Carmin shook her head, "I do. But-"
"No buts cara, just let me talk to you."
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Lawyers, Liars, & Lipstick
Romance"Do you understand Omertà, Ms. Grey?" Carmin smiled kindly at the man, "it's a concept I'm familiar with. I do also, understand when I'm being threatened Mr. Fiore." Lucien's brow twitched as he watched the brunette in front of him continue to eat...
