Filed to story: Bound by Honor (Aria & Luca) Drama Story
“Your husband and my wife are discussing my many wonderful traits,” Matteo said.
Gianna eye-fucked Matteo. “You are way too cocky.”
“Admit it, you love my cockiness.”
“Done.”
“Your declarations of love still make my knees go weak,” he joked.
“Your cockiness isn’t the only thing I love about you.”
It was only a matter of time before those two would disappear for another fucking session.
“I need some bloody lamb to cancel out this disgusting display of sweetness,” I muttered. Aria smiled up at me, and I squeezed her hip.
Matteo lifted Gianna up and did some fucking twirl.
“I’m not sure I can stand them together,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Aria grinned. “Admit it, you are happy.”
I hesitated. I was happy, happier than I had been all my life. I nodded toward the bowl Aria was still holding, trying to change the topic. “How did the salad turn out? Is there a chance of food poisoning?”
Aria gave me a knowing look. chapter 10
ARIA
I grabbed the wig and positioned it on my head. It took me a couple of minutes to make it look natural.
I had chosen a hairdo I’d never be allowed to have because Luca would never agree for me to cut or dye my hair. The wig was a dark brown bob that was longer in the front than in the back. After spending our second anniversary on our yacht in the Mediterranean, my skin was tanned enough that the dark hair color didn’t look unnatural despite my blue eyes.
The wig changed my face completely, made me look more edgy, less sweet. I had chosen tight black jeans with a tight black-and-white striped shirt and white sneakers. I didn’t look anything like myself. This was the look of a college student and not a mafia princess. I grinned, ridiculously happy.
I stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where Luca was pulling a black dress shirt over his chest.
Luca halted when he spotted me, his eyes wandering the length of me.
I twirled around. “And? What do you think?”
“That’s not you,” he said.
“I know.” I grinned. “Nobody will recognize me like this.”
“You look happy,” Luca said quietly as he fastened his gun holster on his chest.
“I am,” I admitted. I’d finally go to college. I’d pretend I was a normal woman, not the wife of the Capo. It was strange that I was on my way to attend college while Luca would be heading out to deal with whatever problems the Famiglia was facing.
He was still tense, so I moved toward him and touched his chest. “Everything will be okay. Romero will be at my side.”
Luca nodded. “He will have to keep his distance now and then so he doesn’t attract attention. You are supposed to blend in.”
“I will,” I said.
Luca touched my wig, his lips twisting. “I miss your hair.”
“It’s only for college,” I assured him. “I’ve been thinking about how to make sure guys keep the distance you want them to.”
Luca’s eyes became attentive.
“Romero could pretend to be my boyfriend. He’s only two years older than me.”
Luca didn’t look convinced. “How would you pull that off?” Jealousy rang in his voice.
“We could hold hands. That would be enough because people will always see us together anyway.”
Luca nodded. “That could work. And I trust Romero with you. He will be respectful.”
I laughed. “He will refuse to hold hands, trust me.” I paused. “Don’t talk to him. I want to take him by surprise later.”
Luca smirked. “You are devious. Romero is loyal. He will lose his shit if you make a move on him.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll ask him to pretend, that’s all.” I tilted my head. “So it’s okay if I hold Romero’s hand, or if he wraps his arm around my shoulder?” I wanted to make sure Luca could deal with it and wouldn’t make Romero’s life hell for it.