Sequel to Naive
**This is Book Two of the Challenges of the Heart Series**
SO I KNOW THIS TOOK A WHILE...BUT 3, ALMOST 4 FULL STORIES LATER HERE IT IS!
FAIR WARNING LADIES. THERE WILL BE MANY TATTOOED SPECIMENS IN THIS STORY.
DRUM ROLL PLEASE...
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DEDICATED TO @BlackberryNipples THIS ONE IS FOR YOULOVELY!
NOW...
In short, the second and third rounds were much nastier, and more chaotic than the first. Jazmyn makes Suki look like a first-timer, and that's definitely saying something.
Wow.
I look over at her to make make a comment, but I stop short upon seeing her already asleep. I would be lying if I said that that alone boosted my already inflated ego. Carefully, I get off the bed and tuck her in. No doubt if this room had windows, the sunrise would bathe her in radiant honey.
I will personally torture anyone that touches her.
I pull myself away to take a quick shower, welcoming the mild stinging from the streams of scarred flesh along my back and rear as I mentally replay our time together.
I'm almost tempted to wake her out of her sleep.
Then I remember I have things to do, so I step out of my steamy haven and get dressed. I make sure to leave the ball with a note on the nightstand for her, and silently leave the bunker. By the time I get back upstairs everyone is asleep in their rooms, except Matteo.
I take a moment to myself to breathe. Mentally prepping myself for the apocalyptic hailstorm I'm about to bring down on De Luca.
I watch Matteo, thanking God for him. Oddly, he and his antics keep me sane. I kick his foot to wake him. He lazily cracks an eye open. When he sees it's me, he smirks.
MATTEO
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"Qual'è la data di oggi?" He asks, sitting up and stretching. (What's today's date?)
"Perché?" (Why?)
"Uno, perché eri via da ore. Due, perché tra nove mesi diventerò zio."
(One, because you were gone for hours. Two, because in nine months I'm going to be an uncle.)
I kick his foot a little harder this time. "Stai zitto e andiamo. Dov'è la scatola?" (Shut up and let's go. Where's the box?)
He uses his chin to point to the safe. No doubt Nonna put it in there. I look back at him causing him to turn his head as I use the combination to open it.
Yes he's family, but I am the only person besides Nonno and Nonna that knows that combination.
And we are keeping it that way.
I open it and retrieve the box. After shutting it I stand and stretch, rolling my shoulders.
"Dai. Abbiamo delle cose da fare." (Come. We got things to do.)
Matteo looks at me bewildered. "Portugal." He mumbles.
"Sei come una macchina. Come fai a scopare come un coniglio tutta la notte fino al mattino e hai ancora l'energia per fare le mosse?"
