The Mafia Manipulation: A Ryker Group Book by S.M. Dapelo

Author:S.M. Dapelo [Dapelo, S.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wilder Words Publishing
Published: 2021-03-15T05:00:00+00:00

12

I felt like I was drowning as we walked into the house. My father stood at the doorway, “I saw the news. Luca, Marco, we need to meet now.”

“I’ll get Alley settled,” Luc volunteered.

I forced a smile, “I can get to the bedroom myself.”

“You’re sure? You’ve had a shock,” he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I’m fine. I’m going to change and read,” I smiled. “Maybe work on a painting.” I looked past him, “Marc, thanks for the help. I appreciate it. That painting you want? You can have it.”

“Seriously?” Marc frowned at me.

“Yeah, seriously?” Luc stared at me.

“Seriously,” I said. “Marc’s family. It’s my way of showing it.”

“Can we get this meeting started?” Dad interrupted. I kept the fake smile on my face and went to our suite.

When I walked into the room, I let the smile drift away. God, I was tired. I stripped out of my outfit and put on one of Luc’s t-shirts. I walked to the painting area but changed my mind and slid under the covers. I just wanted to sleep.

I startled awake when the bed dipped as someone joined. “It’s me,” Luc grabbed me and tucked me next to him. I relaxed and sunk into oblivion.

When I woke again, the sun was streaming through the windows, and a hand was tracing down my arm. “What time is it?” I asked.

“After nine. You slept for a bit,” Luc’s deep voice said. I realized he was shirtless again, and I was barely in anything.

“I’m sorry,” I sat up. “I’m just drained. Did I keep you from anything?”

He pulled me back down onto his chest, “Nothing important. Your dad, Marc, and I were busy for hours last night going over some items. I’m supposed to go to some dinner with them later tonight. My morning’s free.” He traced circles on my arm again, “What about you? Did you get any painting done?”

I shook my head, “No. I was tired. I just went to bed.”

“Wearing my t-shirt?”

I shrugged, “I was going to paint, but decided I didn’t want to. It’s not like I haven’t been sleeping in your pajama tops for the last couple of weeks.”

“You had a rough day yesterday. We pushed you harder than we should have. Cosmo might have declared the mourning period over, but you still are. Especially after the announcement about your mom,” he stroked my hair.

“Everyone thinks I killed Dom,” I breathed.

“No, they don’t,” he sighed. “Your dad and Marc are both pulling strings this morning, though. We have another group working to see who leaked what to the press. We’ll see if it turns up anything. My guts telling me who did it though, but they want to be sure.”

“Don’t you think it’s weird we’re laying here in bed?”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve only known you two weeks, and one of those days involved you kidnapping me,” I replied.

“Button,” he sighed, “It wasn’t a kidnapping. When I kidnap you, you’ll know it.”?

“Planned it out, have you?”

I felt him smirk, “I was thinking about doing it for the honeymoon.

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