an asshole. Apparently, he even looked after Manfred when Samara was out of town.
“Me and you doing what exactly?” Luciano questioned.
Trip lifted his hands and balled them into fists.
Luciano looked to Paz. Both men stared at one another before bursting into loud, rather rude laughter. But it just couldn’t be helped!
“This isn’t funny! I’m asserting my dominance!”
The laughter just got louder.
“Dammit, I am a threat to your well-being! A huge threat!”
Luciano was bent over at the waist now.
“Stop laughing!”
He sat back in his chair. “Is he always like this?” Luciano asked Paz.
The other man shrugged, still chuckling. “We keep him around for entertainment.”
“I understand why.”
“Fuck you both!” Trip roared, leaving the room.
Samara came in, eyes wide. “Why’s Trip muttering about nuking the whole station?”
Luciano and Paz shared a look then turned to her before innocently stating, “We don’t know.”
Her expression said she knew they were lying. “How much time before we go on air?”
Paz checked his watch. “About fifteen minutes. Why?”
She looked to Luciano. “I want to tell everyone.”
He sat up. “What?”
“I want to announce the pregnancy the right way…and our relationship,” she explained.
Luciano stood. “You don’t have to do that.”
Not a lie. The blogs, Twitter, and every other social media network had been compiling lists over the last few days of who might have managed to get her to become a human incubator. It was the first thing Luciano had seen this morning while scrolling through his news feeds. She pretended she didn’t care, but he knew it bothered her. Luciano understood her need to keep things private so the stress of a public relationship wouldn’t affect them, so he didn’t push her about it. As long as they knew she belonged to him, he was fine.
“I want to.” She walked toward him. “Since you arrived, you’ve been doing nothing but taking care of me. Things have fallen into a place that feels way too natural for me to lie to myself. I’ve no idea where this is going, but I’m not about to hide you. You’re not a secret, and you’re too damn big to become one.”
He waggled his brows. “We talking about what I think we’re talking about?”
Samara shot him a look. “Shut up. Sit down. And bask in the sunshine that is me.”
Luciano saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter Ten
A calm sense of déjà vu settled over Luciano as he hummed a Temptations tune, making his way down the hall of Sansone’s condo, swinging a copy of his brother’s key around one finger. He snorted. Poor Sunny seemed to be under the impression that he’d be able to keep Luciano out.
That wouldn’t be happening any time soon. Luciano needed to talk to him about something relatively important—proposing to Samara. He was in love. Ridiculous, scary, head-over-heels, sappy love. And it was all Samara’s fault! Damn woman managed to slip right under his skin and burrow there...like a flesh-eating disease. Of course, he couldn’t tell her that. He liked his head attached to his body, and the night before he’d almost lost it when he pointed out that maybe, just maybe, she should stop eating so much peanut butter and jelly. Really, you haven’t lived until you’ve had a deranged pregnant woman try her hand at chewing through the tendons on your neck to decapitate you. Of course she hadn’t managed to succeed…he’d distracted her with sex.
His bella was surviving on the basics nowadays, his loving, her addiction to jarred preservatives, and pancakes; she was really demanding about all three and got extremely cranky when denied any of them. Samara cranky was not a fun time for anyone. He tried to avoid that as much as possible.
Two things seemed to make her smile more and more each day—the growth of the baby and her visits with Marco. From the day Luciano had
“Me and you doing what exactly?” Luciano questioned.
Trip lifted his hands and balled them into fists.
Luciano looked to Paz. Both men stared at one another before bursting into loud, rather rude laughter. But it just couldn’t be helped!
“This isn’t funny! I’m asserting my dominance!”
The laughter just got louder.
“Dammit, I am a threat to your well-being! A huge threat!”
Luciano was bent over at the waist now.
“Stop laughing!”
He sat back in his chair. “Is he always like this?” Luciano asked Paz.
The other man shrugged, still chuckling. “We keep him around for entertainment.”
“I understand why.”
“Fuck you both!” Trip roared, leaving the room.
Samara came in, eyes wide. “Why’s Trip muttering about nuking the whole station?”
Luciano and Paz shared a look then turned to her before innocently stating, “We don’t know.”
Her expression said she knew they were lying. “How much time before we go on air?”
Paz checked his watch. “About fifteen minutes. Why?”
She looked to Luciano. “I want to tell everyone.”
He sat up. “What?”
“I want to announce the pregnancy the right way…and our relationship,” she explained.
Luciano stood. “You don’t have to do that.”
Not a lie. The blogs, Twitter, and every other social media network had been compiling lists over the last few days of who might have managed to get her to become a human incubator. It was the first thing Luciano had seen this morning while scrolling through his news feeds. She pretended she didn’t care, but he knew it bothered her. Luciano understood her need to keep things private so the stress of a public relationship wouldn’t affect them, so he didn’t push her about it. As long as they knew she belonged to him, he was fine.
“I want to.” She walked toward him. “Since you arrived, you’ve been doing nothing but taking care of me. Things have fallen into a place that feels way too natural for me to lie to myself. I’ve no idea where this is going, but I’m not about to hide you. You’re not a secret, and you’re too damn big to become one.”
He waggled his brows. “We talking about what I think we’re talking about?”
Samara shot him a look. “Shut up. Sit down. And bask in the sunshine that is me.”
Luciano saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter Ten
A calm sense of déjà vu settled over Luciano as he hummed a Temptations tune, making his way down the hall of Sansone’s condo, swinging a copy of his brother’s key around one finger. He snorted. Poor Sunny seemed to be under the impression that he’d be able to keep Luciano out.
That wouldn’t be happening any time soon. Luciano needed to talk to him about something relatively important—proposing to Samara. He was in love. Ridiculous, scary, head-over-heels, sappy love. And it was all Samara’s fault! Damn woman managed to slip right under his skin and burrow there...like a flesh-eating disease. Of course, he couldn’t tell her that. He liked his head attached to his body, and the night before he’d almost lost it when he pointed out that maybe, just maybe, she should stop eating so much peanut butter and jelly. Really, you haven’t lived until you’ve had a deranged pregnant woman try her hand at chewing through the tendons on your neck to decapitate you. Of course she hadn’t managed to succeed…he’d distracted her with sex.
His bella was surviving on the basics nowadays, his loving, her addiction to jarred preservatives, and pancakes; she was really demanding about all three and got extremely cranky when denied any of them. Samara cranky was not a fun time for anyone. He tried to avoid that as much as possible.
Two things seemed to make her smile more and more each day—the growth of the baby and her visits with Marco. From the day Luciano had
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