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Carrera thanked him and hung up. “I’m gonna watch this one go down.”
“Why’s that?” Slash asked.
“The last time ALPHA went after The Bomb Maker, the mission was an epic fail. This time, there can be no mistakes.” He regarded Luciano. “Watch with me.”
“I’ll be there.” Luciano finished the coffee, rinsed the mug, set it in the dish drainer.
“Look at you,” Slash teased. “Red doesn’t think you can do menial labor, but here you are cleaning up after yourself.”
On a laugh, he kissed Slash on both cheeks. “Smart ass.” Before zipping the garment bag of couture gowns, he offered one to Slash.
“I’m not much of a pastel girl,” she replied. “You designed ablackwedding gown for me.”
“And you looked amazing,” Carrera replied.
“She did,” Luciano agreed before pulling out the charcoal dress. “Take this one.”
“No way,” she replied. “That’s for Red.”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” he replied with a flicker of a smile.
“Headed there now?” Carrera asked.
“A gentleman never kisses and tells.” Luciano said goodbye to his grandmother. “Ti amo, Elsa. La cena era perfetta.” He leaned down, kissed each of her cheeks.
“Ti amo, mio Lulu,” his grandmother replied. “I like Simone. Do you?”
“I like Simone too,” he replied.
“You’re a good boy, Luciano.”
“I’m many things, Elsa.Goodisn’t one of them.”
7
IRRESISTIBLE
LUCIANO
Luciano parked his jet-black McLaren Bespoke in Simone’s driveway. No way in hell was he street-parking this baby. With the garment bag draped over his arm, he made his way to Simone’s front porch. It was almost eleven.
After sitting on the wooden bench, he texted her.
Simone
A few seconds passed and she replied.
Luciano
Are you busy?
No response.
Well, this would be more of a challenge than he thought.
The front door opened. Still no Simone, but he would take the open door as the green light he needed. Into the home he went. After he closed the door, he snapped the dead bolt in place.
She slinked over from the dark living room, her sublime body wrapped in a silky robe.
