Man of Honor: A Royal Organized Crime Romance: Prologue (The Fausti Family Book 1) by Bella Di Corte

Author:Bella Di Corte [Corte , Bella Di]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2020-09-12T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Scarlett

After Brando had taken his shower, he came out to find me wearing his white thermal and my holey overalls, rolled up to the ankles. I slipped into a pair of Converse for comfort’s sake. He stared at me for some time, eyes absorbing.

“Nice shirt,” he said finally. “Seems comfortable.”

He was messing around with me, giving me hell about taking his shirt, but underneath the surface, he was more than pleased. In fact, something deep and warm radiated from him—the certainty of it could be felt in my veins.

“Yes,” I replied, shrugging. “It is. Smells even better than it looks. And it goes perfectly with a fine Italian leather jacket I have too.”

His hair had been slicked back and was as black as I had ever seen it; it was still damp from the shower. Instead of the darkness overshadowing the color of his eyes, it accentuated it and made him seem even more mysterious.

I longed to reach out and touch the soft strands, to run my fingers through the volume of it, to feel his hair slide between my fingers.

I did just that as we rested in the sun, Brando’s head on my legs. We had scrounged up whatever food had been left in the cabin and took it outside for a picnic with Mitch and Violet.

Sunday was my favorite day of the week. Especially Sundays that warmed the blood without overheating or freezing it. Louisiana was known for its unpredictable weather patterns—the highest highs and the most bone-chilling lows; the kind of weather that seeps through clothes and hits marrow. Today, an autumn chill hung in the air, but the sun was hot enough to challenge it.

Mitch, inspired by some unknown muse, had started a lengthy rhapsody about me being the Sunday to Brando’s Saturday, and how the differences could work in our favor, or not.

Neither of us seemed to be paying much attention to him, as Brando looked up at me and I looked down at him. Until he closed his eyes, sighing, falling under the spell of my touch. His lashes fanned out against his cheeks and his hands crossed over his chest. He breathed in and out in an easy rhythm, something hypnotic to get caught up in.

Unable to stop myself, I leaned over, my hair creating a curtain around us, and kissed him softly on the mouth.

It was the first time that I had kissed him. This bold move seemed to take him by surprise, and the look in his eyes did the same to me. He stopped the air from touching my lungs.

“Time for a walk,” he said.

I agreed.

Before we left Mitch and Violet to their own devices, Violet lifted her Polaroid camera and ordered us to smile. He didn’t; I did. A minute or two later, Brando took the picture from her and stuck it in his back pocket with the rest of the ones she took without me noticing.

He stood, holding the leather jacket in one hand, offering me his other; he didn’t let go after we started our walk.

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