Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 46

Nico

I wake and remember I am in the bed with Lucky, the evening comes back to me. The sound of her voice as she was reading her story to me, it sent me to sleep. Not because I was bored, but her voice it is soothing when she is not being a bitch or brat to me. I could listen to her voice all night long.

It's still dark outside, I easily slip from under the sheets and make my way to the closet room to put on my workout gear. But not before I take another look at her peaceful, resting face. She is beautiful, graceful, her skin is tan even with he light on dimly, I can see her glow. Lucky's hair is splayed all over the pillows, so much of it, it's dizzying. It reminds me of a glossy mane.

Quietly, I move around to retrieve my running shorts, my old, favorite black T-shirt and slip into my trainers then take a seat on one of the chairs in the closet room and do up the laces.

"Hey, are you planning on shirking out of running with me? Are you scared to lose?" And there goes that mouth of hers again. I want to stride over to that bed and cover it with my own, place my tongue inside her mouth and taste her.

Instead, I chuckle. "You have got to be kidding me. Besides you looked so peaceful, and I figured you could do with some sleep, Princess."

"I'll sleep when I'm dead. I don't need much sleep. A deal is a deal." She sits up, the sheets falling away from her body exposing her practically see through sleepwear, I catch a glimpse of her breasts.

Unabashedly, Lucky flings the sheets back and gets out of bed, her long limbs in full view. Damn she has fine, strong legs. "Give me a few minutes, Santangelo. I am going to beat your ass. You won't know what's hit you." She is a cocky bitch; I'll give her that only she doesn't know the training I put in on a daily basis and have done ever since I was a kid.

I could easily be a Navy SEAL with all the hardcore training I put in, my trainer is paid exceptionally well to keep me in good shape. He spares me no mercy. "Fine, but if I win, Princess less of the lippy, bratty mouth of yours."

"Not likely, I can't help it around you. It would appear, Nico that you bring out the absolute worst in me."

I shrug and waggle my eyebrows. "My detail will be running with us and there will be eyes in the sky on us at all times."

"A bit dramatic don't you think?" She slips off her nightwear totally unashamed that I am standing right by the closet, leaning against the frame to the room, my ankles crossed. "You can look away you perving letch."

I throw my head back and chuckle, then grab her wrist. "I am your fiancée; Lucky do not forget that. You are mine now and if I want to look at you, I fucking well will. Understood?" She doesn't cast her eyes down, instead she continues to glare at me with those mesmerizing, emerald eyes of hers. She could easily weaken another man, but I am Nico Santangelo and I do not do weakness.

Lucky pulls her wrist out of my hand and opens some drawers until she finds one that holds workout gear. I had everything stocked for her, not missing anything out. Of course, I had to rely heavily on my assistant to make sure everything was in place for when Lucky arrived.

Still, I can't help wondering if brining her back to the city was the right thing to do. I know for sure we would be safer still on the island, but I have business to do here. We also have a wedding to organize, and it needs to take place here. She was such a brat about the whole thing that even I cannot deny her, her mother and father being present, and her family and best friend, Mia.

If I didn't relent, I would always have her angry and at war with me. As for some plan she mentioned previously to be rid of me, I will get to the bottom of that. First, the run then I have business to attend to. Tony has already left me a message to say that the forensics are back, and they have the make of the gun that took the shot.