Royals of Italy : A Royal Organized Crime Romance (The Fausti Family Book 3) by Bella Di Corte

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

Vibrations woke me. A constant shaking that confused me, even in sleep.

One eye slowly opened, aroused by the jiggle. At first, I was met by bright, hot light that seemed to sear my cornea. I closed my eye to it before both eyes decided it was worth the risk to team up and see what caused the fuss. On full alert, I also smelled the divinity that was coffee.

Brando sat next to me, on the edge of the bed, leaning over his legs, his face cast down, his shoulders shaking.

“Brando?”

“Yeah, baby.”

He wasn’t upset; he was laughing.

“Am I dreaming?”

He laughed even harder.

“H-how are y-you f-feeling?” He could hardly get the words out.

“Perturbed.” The sun almost wanted to make me hiss, and his movements almost made me lose the contents of my stomach. Too much dirty dancing, too much pasta, and so many orgasms, but he was right. I had worked for them.

He erupted into a fit of laughter that I only occasionally heard from him. It was a rare treat.

“Brando,” I said, rising to the challenge of sitting up. At least I did it with a grin. “Are you losing your mind?”

“Yeah,” he said, wiping his eyes. “You’re driving me there.”

“Why? What did I do now?”

He refused to look at me, and I knew it was because he was trying not to lose it again. My hand came up to feel my hair. Numerous strands were standing straight up, reminding me of porcupine quills.

“H-hell.” He started laughing again. “You went after one of the most feared men in the world. You called his father a bastard, to his face. And all he could say was…bella!”

I pinched him on the arm and he laughed even harder.

“You vibrate when you g-get angry.” He shook himself, mimicking me. “A little b-bee determined to take down Goliath.”

“You should take a hint. Don’t mess—” I couldn’t even finish my remark. His laughter was too contagious, and I caught it.

We both laughed like loons, and after a while I sighed as he wiped the tears from my eyes.

“It feels good to wake up laughing, doesn’t it?” I nudged him with my knee.

“You’re the only one that I’ve ever laughed like that with.” He ran his finger against his lip, absorbing my tears.

“Ah.” I smiled. “I was your first.”

He settled, resting his back against my leg. We became quiet, letting the lighthearted feeling of the morning settle in our bones.

“The workers are here,” he said finally.

He had on a white tank top, khaki pants, and work boots. He was ready to get to work. All of those muscles working…my heart started beating overtime. A sense of anticipation streaked like lightning in the blood.

“I looked over your plans.” He leaned over, grabbed the cup of coffee from the table next to the bed, and handed it to me. I took it between my palms with thanks. “You did good, baby.”

The cup stilled before it reached my lips. “You really think so?”

“I do.” He squeezed my knee. “It’s time to get up.

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